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, my dinner (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 leave the club wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
sobbin from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
liquor, and probly Consider plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
on the station and leave me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, games fit wit more whack
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
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 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
you can gimmie some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can have an
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 bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon 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 cant stop forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
when they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all was lost But most of all be happy im

Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im so open 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)

3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin bankroll, til you floppin
all the money back, am i watchin The same I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, some
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get on,
understand me and you 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 pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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 up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin, im so open up
the for me, hurry 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