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, gimme my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, then pass me the (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P 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 is all im finna to
her, Hopsin is sicker thenna nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i leave em
and left scared, cuz thats what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, on me for
a substitute, I be tearin 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, gimmie my (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then pass me the (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 have an
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "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
love when they hot boxin, when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
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 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,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the back, am i watchin The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie 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 scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you reppin it
iller? Other niggas pretty hot but
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 magnificent flizzo, P
Stepped in the