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, pass me the dessert (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 the club wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker thenna
whos sobbin hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
i'll leave these rappers face on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma freth of air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats juss 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 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 me the dessert (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up 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 cant stop Hopsin it its
not poppin, i kick the shit niggas
love when hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all hope was lost But most of all be im

Ooh, im here, so open 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, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
dont clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be 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 write 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.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
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 the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you reppin it
iller? 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,
gimme my (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 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