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 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, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
niggas then a slave owners 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 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 some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can have an
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin 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 (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire 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

Chorus: 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 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 clap, im knowin that 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 outta here!) You
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same 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 scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
others rappers you know reppin 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 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,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) 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 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 flizzo, H-izzo P
Stepped in the