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, pass 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 the club wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, is sicker 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 rappers face on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
niggas then a owners basement but
freth of bresh air I mean a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i leave em
and left scared, cuz juss what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait on me for
a substitute, I be shit 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, 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
that you can 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
make me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me bitch no more, im like "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that just hypes my ass up more to
call you a bitch!" This is my life, and
is my (This is my urge) This is my
mic, and these are my words (My Words) You stop Hopsin forget it its
not poppin, i the shit that niggas
love when they hot boxin, when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and you back
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all hope was lost But of all be happy im

Chorus: 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, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
me the dessert (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

Verse 3: I go to rap concerts and in the back,
dont even clap, im knowin the
show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like 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 offa label, you
flossin yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The same show? I so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper yes its pitiful, gimmie some
nipples to on, lyrical general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get on,
me and you never gon get
along, he be, the hottest scince the PS3, strait out the W.E.S.T., of course,
what others you know 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 here So up the door 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 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 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 flizzo, H-izzo P
Stepped in the