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)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my on, nigga
y'know, im leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, 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 more
niggas then a slave basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait 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 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 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,
have a yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this 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 are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when they hot boxin, 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
thinkin all hope was But most of all be happy im

Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im so open 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,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like they to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax offa your label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The show? I think 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 hottest scince the PS3, out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what rappers you know 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,
gimme my (Dinner, dinner,
dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (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, 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