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 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, P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
freaky ass ho, my penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a slave owners but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz juss what i do,
im the lyrical buggaboo, 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 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, dessert)

Verse 2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you
that you can gimmie tang, im
horny, and we can have an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna make me switch Tha flow because Oprah dont want
me sayin no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up even to
call you a bitch!" 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 they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all hope was lost But 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)

3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, performin They 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 just a tax write offa label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
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, fore you get on,
understand me and you gon get
along, he be, the hottest scince 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 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,
gimme my (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 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