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 leave the wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker thenna
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 me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these face on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
then a slave owners basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i leave em
and scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be tearin up so move!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so up the door 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,
then pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can gimmie tang, im
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up even to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire from to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all hope was lost But most of all be im

Ooh, im here, so open up the door 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, 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 like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get on,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the hottest the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
others rappers you know reppin it
iller? niggas pretty hot but imma
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,
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 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 magnificent flizzo, P
Stepped in the