Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, 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, gimme my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, then pass me the (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P in the dizzo, wit a
mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im leave the club wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
liquor, and probly Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these face on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
niggas then a slave basement but
imma freth of air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait 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 open up the 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)

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 yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
just hypes my ass up even more 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 stop forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit niggas
love when hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from 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 so open up
the for me, hurry 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)

3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit what i to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
outside flossin yo 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
nipples to nibble on, 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 others rappers you know it
iller? Other niggas pretty hot but
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,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im 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 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