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, my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, then me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
liquor, and probly Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
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 left scared, cuz thats juss 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 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)

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 switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
just 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 these are my (My Words) You cant stop 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 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

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, 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 clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin 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 your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
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
iller? Other niggas pretty hot but
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, 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,
gimme my (Dinner, dinner,
dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so up the door 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 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