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, 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
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and Consider plottin some shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats juss i do,
im the buggaboo, wait 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)

2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can gimmie tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga out, YEAH! My label
tryna me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that just 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 (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when they hot boxin, right you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
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 door for me, 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)

Verse 3: I go to rap and post in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the back, am i watchin The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
on my genitals, you get shitted on,
understand me and you gon get
along, he be, the hottest scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you 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 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,
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 door for me, 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
in the dizzo