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 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, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
her, Hopsin is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit 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 left scared, cuz 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 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,
pass me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can gimmie tang, im
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna make me switch Tha flow just Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up more to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
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 shit niggas
love when they hot boxin, when you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was lost But most of all be im

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, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
dont even clap, im that 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
fucken wit what i to the table,
you just a tax offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted on,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the 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 open 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,
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, 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
in the dizzo