= 1000 nha

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1+998-2+3=1000

=1000

=1000

Tui nè hihi

=1000

Dễ ợt

1 + 998 - 2 + 3 = 1000

1 + 998 - 2 + 3 =1000

em muốn việt nam qua vòng bảng

=1000

Ai chả mong VN qua

1+998-2+3= 1000.

Hì hì mún mún chứ.

Việt Nam Vô Địch

Vn qua vong thì  chưa chắc 

Nhưng câu bn linh tinh thì chắc

Hok tốt!

VN vô địch lun!!!!

1 + 998 - 2 + 3 = 1000

#tui muốn VN qa vòng bảng nek

= 1000

Hk tốt,

k nhé 

mik điểm danh 

trả lời:

=1000

Iran vô địch

đùa thôi,ai mà chả muốn

đến cả park hang seo là người Hàn Quốc còn muốn

= 1000

1+998-2+3=1000

= 1000

1 + 998 - 2 + 3 = 1000

m nè!~!!!!!!!!!

= 1000 nhóa

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