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 Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
popular quicker, get to many
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a slave owners but
imma freth of air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz juss what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait on me for
a substitute, I be tearin 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,
pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can 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 just because Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just my ass up even more to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
is my (This is my urge) This 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 hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire from to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was lost But 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 Gimmie my (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 even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like 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 a tax write offa your label, you
flossin 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.
flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get 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
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 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,
pass me the (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
in the dizzo