Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, 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, 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 magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats 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 Hopsin Im here, so up the door for me,
up and let me in nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, gimmie my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can gimmie tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga out, YEAH! My label
make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" 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 Hopsin it its
not poppin, i the shit that niggas
love when they hot boxin, right you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
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 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,
even clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
to nibble on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted on,
understand me and you gon get
along, he be, the hottest scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what rappers you know reppin it
Other niggas pretty 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,
gimme my (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 so open 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, 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