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, gimme my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, pass me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im leave the club wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats juss what 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 Im here, so open up the door for me,
up and let me in nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, gimmie my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can gimmie 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 switch Tha just because Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
just hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" 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 that niggas
love they hot boxin, right when 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 lost But most of all be im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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 Gimmie my (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 lookin they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit what i to the table,
you just a tax offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
your bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same 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 best be, the hottest scince the PS3, 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 So open up the door 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 up the door 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 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