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

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P 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
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin some up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this games fit wit whack
niggas then a slave basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave 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!

Ooh, im here, so open 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,
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 an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even 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 (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i kick the shit that
love they hot boxin, right when you
was bout to from lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a close call, i was
thinkin all was lost 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 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 even clap, im that the
show'll be whack, after performin be lookin 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 a tax write offa your label, you
flossin 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, gimmie
to nibble on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, you get shitted 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 pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, 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) 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 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