Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, 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, pass me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
whos sobbin from 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 and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma freth of air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i 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!

Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its 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,
pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can gimmie tang, im
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just 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 forget it its
not poppin, i the shit that niggas
love when they hot boxin, right you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was lost But most of all be im

Chorus: 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, 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 clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax offa your label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted 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 you know reppin it
iller? Other niggas hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, 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,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so 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 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