Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah
Young boy with a hot head
A Ami
The
V B
I made the rules,
this is my game
Step into the field,
see who's the loser
I know you're jealous,
you're wearing a bandana
If you think I'm trying
You're too wrong, sorry my friend Look at the line,
look at the car
Look at the law and you know who you are
Homie Killer Ron, I know right in the ear
Know where it's right and I know where it's wrong
Wake up, go dash, but inside is night
Sound like a throat inflammation,
because on my neck is ice
I'm on stage, my eyes are behind my back
I only see no tears,
because in the boy never cry What I'm doing,
I always remember and arrange like work
I'm so busy, like my job, I'm on the blackboard
Sometimes in the yard,
we always win And the price, even the 11th month, I'm greedy
How do you know that my life is like a star
My parents put it as a glory
They are terrified and try to pull me down
When they see me face to face,
like a star, ready to be banned
I'm always busy, I'm always on fire
Afraid of being caught,
so don't get too close
The system player, the best in the North and South
That's how I play,
I'mma let you know Bank credit,
yeah I'm stacking them cards
Plus 2 plus 4, like Uno
How to catch up when I look at my brothers
Yo, Yasuo
Yeah, your name just Suho Yeah, yeah
Look at Lu, look at my name Look at Lu,
look at my name
My name, my name Look, look, look, look, look Look at Lu, look at my name Look at Lu,
look at my name
Nhìn thị tàu ngồi trên ngãi vừa I made the rule,
this is my game
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đang đổ phổ văn
Nếu mà mày nghĩ tao đang bố gắng Mẹ đã quá sai,
sorry my friend Sorry my friend, look at Lu, look at my name
Look at Lu, look at my name
Look at me, who do you think you are?
I made the rules,
this is my game
Step inside the yard,
see who's the loser
You're so jealous, you're on the street
If you think I'm trying,
you're wrong Sorry my friend The original Runaway Guy is Ramos
The high salary job is Carthus
He's a student from Hanoi,
but his style is Harvard
The place I come from,
the stairs are my home
Overcoming all the obstacles,
like Inzaghi, Faber, Viet Vy A smile from ear to ear
I'm looking for a match like organizing a party
My goal is almost impossible
I'm more confident than a Van Dyke match
I'm not tired of success, it's too late
I've just played, so I've never lost
And you, don't think you're a hero
When you're gone, you're like a horse in the king's carriage
With my gang, I'm with the river
Low blood, I'll take the lead
Don't care no hoax
You can't make me feel bad
From this road, I'll burn Because Ghost Rider will still be alive
My name,
my name, yeah yeah
Look at look, look at my name,
yeah yeah