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, then 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 penis is all im to
her, Hopsin is sicker thenna nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a breath of air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats 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 open up the for me,
up and let me in nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, gimmie my (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
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow because Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even more to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i the shit that niggas
love they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned 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 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,
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 murdered by
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax 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.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, 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 rappers you know reppin it
iller? niggas pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so up the door 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 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)

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