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 get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna leave the wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, is sicker thenna 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 fit wit more whack
niggas then a owners basement but
imma of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
to catch hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait on me for
a substitute, I be shit up so move!

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, my dinner (Dinner,
dinner, dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
then pass me the (Dessert, dessert, dessert)

2: Hey shawty, if i buy you a 40 you think
that you can gimmie tang, im
feelin horny, and we can an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna make me switch Tha flow just because dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this 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 words (My Words) You cant stop Hopsin it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love when they hot boxin, right 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

Chorus: Ooh, im here, so open up the 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 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 clap, im knowin that the
show'll be whack, after They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
act!" (Get outta here!) You aint
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside flossin yo Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The same I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
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 you know reppin it
Other niggas pretty hot but imma
killer, cmon!

Chorus: Ooh, 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,
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
Stepped in the