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, gimme my (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
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin from hiccups and his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a breath of air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
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 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,
then me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

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

Ooh, im here, so open 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 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,
even clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, performin 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 your 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.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, 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 scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others you know reppin it
iller? Other pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so up the door 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,
me the dessert (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, 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