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, 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
mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, games 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 hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz 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, gimmie my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then pass me the (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 have an
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up more to
call you a bitch!" This is my life, and
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when they hot boxin, when you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all was lost 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 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 They be lookin like 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 write offa label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, some
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted on,
me and you never gon get
along, he be, the hottest scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
others 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,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so open up the 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, 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