1 + 998 - 2 + 3 =1000
em muốn việt nam qua vòng bảng
1+998-2+3= 1000.
Hì hì mún mún chứ.
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1 + 998 - 2 + 3 = 1000
#tui muốn VN qa vòng bảng nek
trả lời:
=1000
Iran vô địch
đùa thôi,ai mà chả muốn
đến cả park hang seo là người Hàn Quốc còn muốn
1 + 998 - 2 + 3 = 1000
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Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates
