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 pass me the (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P 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, is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit 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 catch hell, i em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait 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 open up the 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)

2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can some 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 because dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
that 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 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 retire lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was But most of all be happy im

Chorus: 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, 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 that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like they to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
wit what i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the back, am i watchin The same show? 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 best be, the hottest scince the PS3, out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know it
Other niggas pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im So open 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 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 magnificent flizzo, P
in the dizzo