Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, im here, so up the door 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, then me the dessert (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 leave the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, is sicker thenna nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz juss what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait on me for
a substitute, I be shit up so move!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so 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
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even more to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love when they hot boxin, when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was 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 door for me, 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,
even clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin be lookin like 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 a tax write offa your label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
flow yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
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 others rappers you know 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 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,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so 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 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 magnificent flizzo, P
in the dizzo