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 pass me the (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on,
y'know, im leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker thenna
whos from hiccups and vomit his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
niggas then a slave owners but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a breath of air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave 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 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,
then me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
you can gimmie some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can have an
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up even to
call you a bitch!" is my life, and this
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 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
all hope 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,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, after They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
fucken wit what i 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 show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, 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,
what others rappers you know 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 here So open 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) Ooh, im here, so up the door 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 magnificent flizzo, P
Stepped in the