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, then me the dessert (Dessert,
dessert, dessert)

1: Yo, H-izzo P stepped 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 penis is all im to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a owners basement but
imma freth of air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and scared, cuz thats juss what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait 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 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,
a nigga yellin 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 hypes my ass up even more to
you a bitch!" This is my life, and this
is my (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
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 hope was But most of all be happy im

Chorus: 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 Gimmie my (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 even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after performin They be like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got by your
openin act!" (Get here!) You aint
fucken wit what i 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 The same show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie 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 hottest the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others rappers you know 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 for me, hurry 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 open up the 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, 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
in the dizzo