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)

Verse 1: Yo, H-izzo P in the dizzo, wit a
mean mug and magnificent Flizzo, i gotta get my swag on,
y'know, im leave the club wit a
ass ho, my penis is all im finna to
give her, Hopsin is sicker nigga
whos sobbin from and vomit his
liver (Blahh) You blow up? Stop
gobbalin liquor, and probly plottin some shit up to get
popular quicker, phonys get to
plays on the station and leave me
out of a deal, while on vacation,
shit i'll leave these rappers on the
pavement, this fit wit more whack
then a slave owners basement but
imma freth of bresh air I a breath of fresh air, MCs are
next to catch hell, i em wrecked
and left scared, cuz thats what i do,
im the buggaboo, wait on me for
a substitute, I be tearin up so move!

Chorus: 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, 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
that you can some tang, im
feelin horny, and we can have an
wit you and yo friends, be tha man,
have a nigga yellin out, YEAH! My
tryna me switch Tha flow just because Oprah dont want
me sayin bitch no more, im "Oprah,
why you this, cmon this is ludacris,
that hypes my ass up even more to
call you a bitch!" 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 forget it its
not poppin, i kick the that niggas
love when hot boxin, right when you
was bout to retire lisnin to rap
music, i reversed it and turned you
to it, it was a call, i was even
thinkin all hope was But most of all be happy im

Ooh, im here, so open 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 Gimmie my (Dinner, din
ner,dinner) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert)

3: I go to rap concerts and post in the back,
dont even clap, im that the
be whack, after performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,
im like, "Man you got murdered by
openin act!" (Get outta here!) You
fucken wit i brought to the table,
you just a tax write offa label, you
outside 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, some
nipples to nibble on, lyrical general,
on my genitals, fore you get on,
understand me and you gon get
along, he best be, the hottest scince the PS3, 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 So open 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,
pass me the (Dessert, dessert,
dessert) Ooh, im here, so open up the 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 gimme My (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 flizzo, H-izzo P
Stepped in the