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 pass me the (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker thenna
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i leave em
and left scared, cuz juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, 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 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
that you can gimmie 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 just 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
call you a bitch!" 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 the shit that niggas
love when hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
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 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, after performin They be like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
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 show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, gimmie
to nibble 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 others rappers you 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 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,
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 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)

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