Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, im here, so open up the for
me, who is it? Its Hopsin, im here, so
up the door 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, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P in the dizzo, wit a
mug and magnificent 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
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
niggas then a slave owners but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats what 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 Hopsin Im here, so open up the 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 gimmie 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 Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
just hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" This is my life, and
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant stop forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when they hot boxin, right you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all was lost But most of all be happy im

Chorus: 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 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,
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 by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
wit what i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, 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 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 up the door 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 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
Stepped in the