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 Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker thenna
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a slave basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a breath of air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats juss 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 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,
pass 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 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 no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
just hypes my ass up even 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 Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i the shit 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 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 and post in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like they to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the back, am i watchin The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, gimmie
to nibble on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted 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 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 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 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