Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, 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, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, 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
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these face on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
niggas then a slave basement but
freth of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats juss i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be shit 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,
then pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can gimmie tang, im
feelin horny, and we can have an
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even 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 stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when they hot boxin, when you
was bout to retire from to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
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 here so 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,
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 murdered by
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit what i to the table,
you just a tax 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.
Ripper 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 hottest the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know 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 So open 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,
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
Stepped in the