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 door for me, 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
mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
niggas then a slave basement but
freth 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 lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be shit 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, my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then pass me the (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 yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna make me Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up more 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 forget it its
not poppin, i the shit that niggas
love when they hot boxin, when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a call, i was even
all hope 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 Gimmie my (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 even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after performin be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the back, am i watchin The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, some
to nibble 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 rappers you know reppin it
iller? Other niggas hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so up the door 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 here so 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 flizzo, H-izzo P
in the dizzo