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 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 sicker nigga
whos sobbin hiccups and vomit his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly plottin some shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a slave owners but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a breath of air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait on me for
a substitute, I be shit up so move!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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,
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
that you can some tang, im
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this 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 stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all 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 door for me, up and let me in
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Gimmie my (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (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 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 your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
all the back, am i watchin 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 best be, the scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other pretty 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,
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 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)

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