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, 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 sicker thenna
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider 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 rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i leave em
and left scared, cuz thats juss 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 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 me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
you can gimmie some 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 want
me sayin 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 urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love when they hot boxin, right you
was bout to retire from to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all hope was But most 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 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 even clap, im knowin the
be whack, after performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get on,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you reppin it
iller? niggas pretty hot but imma
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 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, pass 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