Musica de Idk del Genero: Rap Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Rap son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Idk tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Rap, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
"Mr. Police" lyrics IDK Lyrics "Mr. Police"
Mr. Police, how are you?
Just like your clothes, you make me blue
I look both ways, I cross the street
There was no one around, how did you see me?
I'll take the ticket, Mr. Police (Uh)
Mr. Police, how do you do?
You say I sped right past you
I obeyed the signs, I thought I was fine
Hope I don't go to jail, said I read your mind
But this time it's just a fine
And I'm like, what the fuck he mean? Got a nigga fucked up
Ain't no way that I believe, I'll be shit out of luck
All these pigs wanna test me, tryna put me in the cuffs
I'm on my Boosie shit, on my Boosie shit (Bitch)
Fuck the police (Bitch), fuck the police (Bitch)
Fuck the police (Bitch), middle finger police
Said, fuck the police (Bitch), fuck the police (Bitch)
Fuck the police (Bitch), middle finger police (Uh)
Mr. Police, how are you?
I know my rights, I'm no fool
You question me, I don't know shit
My lawyer told me to close my lips
I guess I'm goin' on a trip (Trip, trip, trip)
Mr. Police, I know where you live (I know, I know, I know, I know, I know)
You got a wife and four kids (I know, I know, I know, I know)
Couple mistresses and a guy on the side
I'll tell them all 'cause I'm God damn tied
I'll be goin' on a ride
And I'm like, what the fuck he mean? Got a nigga fucked up
Ain't no way that I believe, I'll be shit out of luck
All these pigs wanna test me, tryna put me in the cuffs
I'm on my Boosie shit, on my Boosie shit (Bitch)
Fuck the police (Bitch), fuck the police (Bitch)
Fuck the police (Bitch), middle finger police
Said, fuck the police (Bitch), fuck the police (Bitch)
Fuck the police (Bitch), middle finger police (Uh)
Mr. Police, how are you?