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 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, dessert)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i leave em
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 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
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 just because Oprah want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" This is my life, and
is my (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and these are my (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin 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 call, i was even
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,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
even clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax offa your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the back, am i watchin The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
to nibble 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,
others rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other niggas hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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,
my dinner (Dinner, dinner,
dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) 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 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 flizzo, H-izzo P
Stepped in the