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)

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 leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
her, Hopsin is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and Consider plottin some shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
niggas a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a breath of air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i 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, 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 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
tryna make me Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" is my life, and this
is my (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
when they hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was lost But of all be happy im

Ooh, im here, so open 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 Gimmie my (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, gimmie
to nibble on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get on,
understand me and you gon get
along, he best be, the hottest scince the PS3, out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know 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 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,
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 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
in the dizzo