Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. (Death Of Autotune)

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Hey hey hey (good riddens)
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Only rappers to history without a pen
No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin,

This is auto-tune, death of the ring-tone,
ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, a blonde
with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, ain't politically correct (arh!)
This might my political connects (arh!)
My raps don't have
This make niggas wan' go and commit felonies
Get your tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so
I know we facing a
But the music y'all making make it the great depression (arh!)
Or your aggression
Put skirt back down, grow a set man
this shit violent
This is death of auto-tune, of silence

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Hey hey
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up,
This ain't a one record (arh!)
is practically assault with a deadly weapon (arh!)
I made it just for and
Mister Cee, I niggas to feel threatened (arh!)
Stop bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, dying, no lying
You jeans too tight
You colors too bright, voice too light (arh!) (arh!)
(It's too far nigga)
I might wear black for a straight
I might back Versace shades
This ain't for
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it one
is for Hot 9-7
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the in
this shit violent
This is of auto-tune, moment of silence

La da da da da da
Hey hey hey
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up,
This shit need a verse from
I might send this to the Weezy
Get somebody B-M-F to talk on this
Get to a blood, let a crip walk on it (arh!)
Fifty to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on (arh!)
Y'all niggas singing too
Get back to rap you t-paining too (arh!) (arh!)
I'm a
So how is it I'm still the here (arh!)
I don't be in the hallway
Talking how I be in the project all day (arh!)
That sound to me
If you a gangsta this is how you it to me (arh!) (arh!)
Nigga get violent
This is death of moment of silence

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Hey hey hey
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