You want to stand there and judge me
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Insinuations hate me
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Do those eyes want to kill me?
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You want to stand there and judge me
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Insinuations hate me
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Each of those eyes want to kill me (Want to kill me)
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You want to stand there judging me (Why?)
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The insinuation hates me (Why?)
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Each of those eyes want to kill me
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But you don't know that...
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This music comes from the street corner (Coming from the street corner)
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A place where dust and musty smells build up (That's right)
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You are only used to the smell of foil mixed with silk and velvet (Uh huh)
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Sparkling, red carpet, yeah you live like a king (You live like a king)
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My world, you don't fit (Nope)
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These sounds are so low, the brain is not deep enough to contain (Yeah)
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Each of these words carries both blood and fire
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And the steel that Rap Viet was proud of in the past (You know it)
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I've been sharpened from hardship, I've been practicing for a long time
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Blurred scars, sweat, mixed together
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You can't see those things clearly, the stories behind
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Let my body now, even though it's distorted, still hold my head high (Yep)
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Despite the prejudices that confinement is better than prison (More than prison)
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When the sound of the piano wants to reach a thousand stars (How to touch?)
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Although people look at each other on every page (Every page)
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I still pat my chest proudly
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You want to stand there and judge me
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Insinuations hate me
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Each of those eyes want to kill me (Want to kill me)
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You want to stand there judging me (Why?)
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The insinuation hates me (Why?)
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Each of those eyes want to kill me
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But you don't know that...
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You hate it because you don't get it (Can't figure it out)
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Investigate things in a hurry (one way in a hurry)
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You can't feel new things (Yep)
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I only know how to use tricks to get a lot of praise for myself (Many praise
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shift)
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«Yeah, who is super, who is substance?» |
(Who?)
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Everyone wants to show off their pride, I'm the best
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Some people like to bring all kinds of gossip to make friends
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People use fans to kick them, trying to distort the truth
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And art is gradually replaced by scandal stories
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When your lyrics aren't as attractive as looking on the internet
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Distracting scandals are worth devouring and bringing to the table
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The music world is immersed in long and rambling wars of words (That's
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right)
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And gradually, all became puppets in the hands of fans
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Even the throne you're sitting on is the way they lead you
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What you need to trade is face, an affectionate smiley face (So what?)
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And that's the floor price for you to be called by thousands of people
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You want to stand there and judge me
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Insinuations hate me
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Each of those eyes want to kill me (Want to kill me)
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You want to stand there judging me (Why?)
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The insinuation hates me (Why?)
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Each of those eyes want to kill me
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But you don't know that...
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Just keep judging
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Get rid of it for the rest of your life
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Such a sad life
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When you don't know anything
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(YC, I bring you back today)
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Now turn your ears and listen
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Listen to me say this between you and me, you know why it's right and wrong
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Hundreds of nonsense words, thousands of people standing around, everyone is happy
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The position changes every day, no one is on the same side
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So why does it have to be so long?
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Or does it arise in the ego? |
Or is it because the tongue is spicy?
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Your heart is waiting for the time to wake up, so you are afraid that the last cup will be drunk
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This gray matter is only in exchange for a few minutes of speech
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Just snuggle up there forever so it's time to rest in peace today
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There will always be people who plant their karma and still want to reap the results (What fruit?)
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Carrying a bunch of harsh words every time you bring your face home (Retribution)
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The most cowardly thing in your life is swearing at your parents
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The way animals behave has not been updated in evolution
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Look at his friends, they used to hate Swag all the time
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Now I have to know how to invest in the clip showing off the girl showing off her car
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Should get rid of the old thinking and do not brag about the passion
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Because only you know what's left when the screen turns off all the way |