Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, 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, then me the dessert (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
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and probly plottin some shit 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 these rappers on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
niggas a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, 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 Im here, so open 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 pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can some 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 just because Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "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 shit that
love when hot boxin, right when you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and 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 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)

3: I go to rap concerts 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 murdered by
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit what i to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The same I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper 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 scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know it
iller? 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 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)

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