Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, 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, dessert)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
her, Hopsin is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and Consider 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,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas then a slave basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats juss i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be tearin up so move!

Ooh, im here, so open up the door 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 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 nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up 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 Hopsin it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when they hot boxin, right you
was bout to retire from to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all was lost But most of all be happy im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, 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 i brought to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i The same show? 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,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the hottest the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other niggas pretty hot but
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 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 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
in the dizzo