Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, im here, so up the door for
me, who is it? Its Hopsin, im here, so
up the door for me, hurry 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)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas a slave owners basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats 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,
then me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
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 because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up even to
call you a bitch!" This is my life, and
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love when hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
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 for me, hurry 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 concerts and in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
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, you get shitted on,
understand me and you gon get
along, he best be, the scince 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 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,
my dinner (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 here so 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, 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