Lirik Lagu D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune) - Jay-Z
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Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin…begin… begin
This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtoneThis ain’t for Itunes, this ain’t for sing-alongThis is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blondePreferably with a fat ass who can sing a songWrong, this ain’t politically correctThis might offend my political connectsMy rap’s don’t have melodiesThis shit make jackers wanna go n commit feloniesAh, get your chain tookenI may do it myself, I’m so BrooklynI know we facin a recessionBut the music yall makin gonna make it the great depressionAh, or your lack of aggressionPull your skirt back down, grow a set menAh, ah.. nigga this just violentThis is death of autotune, ah moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin…begin….begin
Holdup, this ain’t a number 1 recordThis is practically assault with a deadly weaponI made this just for Flex n Mrs. C,I want niggas to feel threatenedStop your blood clot cryingThe kid the dog everybody dying
No lyin, your niggas’ jeans too tightYour colors too bright, your voice too lightI might wear black four years straight,I might bring back Versace shades,This ain’t for Z100Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100This is for Hot 9-7The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n’Nigga this shit violentThis is death of autotune, moment of silence…
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin…begin… begin
Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy… ay!I might send this to the mixtape WeezyGet somebody from BMF to talk on thisGive this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on itGet me foul to style on thisI just don’t need nobody to smile on thisYou niggas singin too much,Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too muchAh, I’m a multi-millionaireSo how is it I’m still the hardest n—a here?I don’t be in the project hallwayTalkin’ bout how I be in the project all dayThat sounds stupid to me,If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to meYeah, just get violentThis is death of autotune, moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin…begin… begin
This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtoneThis ain’t for Itunes, this ain’t for sing-alongThis is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blondePreferably with a fat ass who can sing a songWrong, this ain’t politically correctThis might offend my political connectsMy rap’s don’t have melodiesThis shit make jackers wanna go n commit feloniesAh, get your chain tookenI may do it myself, I’m so BrooklynI know we facin a recessionBut the music yall makin gonna make it the great depressionAh, or your lack of aggressionPull your skirt back down, grow a set menAh, ah.. nigga this just violentThis is death of autotune, ah moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin…begin….begin
Holdup, this ain’t a number 1 recordThis is practically assault with a deadly weaponI made this just for Flex n Mrs. C,I want niggas to feel threatenedStop your blood clot cryingThe kid the dog everybody dying
No lyin, your niggas’ jeans too tightYour colors too bright, your voice too lightI might wear black four years straight,I might bring back Versace shades,This ain’t for Z100Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100This is for Hot 9-7The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n’Nigga this shit violentThis is death of autotune, moment of silence…
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin…begin… begin
Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy… ay!I might send this to the mixtape WeezyGet somebody from BMF to talk on thisGive this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on itGet me foul to style on thisI just don’t need nobody to smile on thisYou niggas singin too much,Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too muchAh, I’m a multi-millionaireSo how is it I’m still the hardest n—a here?I don’t be in the project hallwayTalkin’ bout how I be in the project all dayThat sounds stupid to me,If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to meYeah, just get violentThis is death of autotune, moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin…begin… begin
