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, P stepped in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin hiccups and vomit his
(Blahh) You wanna blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
quicker, phonys get to many
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a slave basement but
imma freth of bresh air I mean a 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!

Ooh, im here, so open up the door for me,
who is it? Its Hopsin Im here, so open up the 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
that you can some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a yellin out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha just because Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, cmon is ludacris,
just hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" is my life, and this
is my urge (This is my urge) is my
mic, and these are my (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit niggas
love when hot boxin, right when you
was to retire from lisnin to rap
music, i it and turned you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
all hope was lost But most of all be happy im

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap and post in the back,
dont clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
wit what i brought to the table,
you just a tax write your label, you
outside flossin yo 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 on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted 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 you know reppin 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,
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, 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