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 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)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin hiccups and vomit his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these face on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas then a slave owners but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats 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, 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
make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up 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 words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin it its
not poppin, i the shit that niggas
when they hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned 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 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, 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 clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin 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 just a tax offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
on my genitals, fore you get on,
me and you never 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? 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 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 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)

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