Letra de D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) (Album Version Edited)
La-da-da-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (good riddens) Hold up Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin Begin, beginThis is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a songWrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects My raps don't have melodies This should make jackers wanna go and commit feloniesGet your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facin' a recession But the music y'all makin' gon' make it the great depressionOr your lack of aggression Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men Yeah, this is just violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silenceLa-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (hold up) Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin Begin, begin, hold upThis ain't a number one record This is practically assault with a deadly weapon I made this just for Flex and Mr. Cee I want people to feel threatenedStop your bloodclot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying No lyin', your boys' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too lightI might wear black four years straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain't for Z100 Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100This is for Hot 9-7 The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the bestin' Yeah, this just violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silenceLa-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (hold up) Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin Begin, begin, hold upThis might need a verse from Jeezy, ay! I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on itGet 3 Thou' to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this You rappers singin' too much Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too muchI'm a multi-millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest n-here? I don't be in the project hallway Talkin' 'bout how I be in the project all dayThat sounds stupid to me If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me Yeah, just get violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silenceLa-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey, goodbye