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, my dinner (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 gotta get my on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a slave basement but
imma freth of 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 buggaboo, wait 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 Hopsin Im here, so open up the for me,
up and let me in nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, gimmie my (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
you can gimmie some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that just my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" is my life, and this
is my (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love when they hot boxin, 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 But most of all be happy im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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 my dinner (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap and post in the back,
dont clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, gimmie
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
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 you know reppin it
Other niggas pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, 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,
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 My dinner (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