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

Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Im here, so open 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,
then pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

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

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 Gimmie my (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap and post in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the back, am i watchin 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 the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
others rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

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