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 pass me the (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, 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,
then me the dessert (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
make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "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, right you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all 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 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,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap and post in the back,
even clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
flossin yo Range 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 on, lyrical general, suck
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 others rappers you 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,
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 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 flizzo, H-izzo P
Stepped in the