Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, 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, 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
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats 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 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)

2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can gimmie tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that hypes 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 are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit niggas
love when hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was lost But of all be happy im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so 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)

Verse 3: I go to rap and post in the back,
dont clap, im knowin that the
be whack, after performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted on,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the hottest the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
others rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, 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) Ooh, im here, so 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 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