Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, im here, so open up the for
me, who is it? Its Hopsin, im here, so
open up the door for me, up and
let me in nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, gimme my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, pass me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and probly plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be shit up so move!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin Im here, so up the door for me,
up and let me in nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can some tang, im
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha just because Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up even to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
is my (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin it its
not poppin, i kick the shit niggas
when they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a close call, i was
all hope was lost But most of all be happy im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here so up
the door for me, up and let me in
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah my dinner (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, after performin They be like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
on my genitals, fore you get on,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the hottest scince the PS3, out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other niggas hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here So open up the for me, hurry up and
let me in, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
my dinner (Dinner, dinner,
dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im here so up
the for me, hurry up and let me in
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah gimme My (Dinner, dinner, dinner) Nah,
nah, nah, nah, nah, pass me the
(Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Outro: Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin,
Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, Hopsin, H-izzo, P
stepped in the dizzo, wit a mug
and a flizzo, H-izzo P
Stepped in the