Luyện nghe bài hát Im Here

Chorus: Oooh, im here, so open up the 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, 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
mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on, nigga
y'know, im tryna the club wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is thenna nigga
whos from hiccups and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You wanna blow up?
gobbalin liquor, and probly Consider plottin shit up to get
popular quicker, get to many
plays on the station and me assed
out of a deal, they on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this games fit wit more
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to hell, i leave em wrecked
and left scared, cuz 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, my dinner (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 an orgy
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga out, YEAH! My label
tryna make me switch Tha just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you doin this, this is ludacris,
just hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" This is my life, and
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 the shit that niggas
love when they hot boxin, 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
all hope 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 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 even clap, im 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
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you a tax write offa your label, you
outside yo Range Rove, hos
eyeballin your bankroll, til you
all the money back, am i watchin The show? I think so, im the
invincible, Mr.
Ripper flow yes its pitiful, some
nipples to nibble on, general, suck
on my genitals, fore you get on,
me and you never gon get
along, he best be, the hottest scince the PS3, out the W.E.S.T., of course,
others rappers you know reppin 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,
gimme my (Dinner, dinner,
dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) 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, 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