Luyện nghe bài hát Get In The Ring

Why do you look at me you hate me?
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you
I a smell of retribution in the air
I don't even understand why the fuck you care

And I don't your jealousy
Why drag me in your misery, yeah

And when you stare you think I feel it
But I'm deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun you I can't conceal it
'Cause I know never cut it in my game, oh no

And when you're about a vasectomy, yeah
I'll be writin' down your obituary,

You got your bitches the silicone injections
Crystal and yeast infections
blond hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to my intentions

Got your subtle devices
Just like you got my vices
I got a that would be nice
I'd like to crush head tight in my vice, pain, yeah

That goes for all you punks in the
wanted to start shit by printin' lies
Instead of the things we said, that you
Andy Secher at Hit

Circus Magazine, Mick Wall at
Bob Guccione Jr. at
What, you off 'cause your dad gets more
Pussy you? Fuck you, suck my fuckin' dick

You be rippin' off the kids
they be payin' their hard earned
Money to about the bands
want to know about

Printin' lies startin'
You to antagonize me
Antagonize me,
Get in the ring,
And I'll kick your bitchy ass, punk

I don't like you, I just you
I'm gonna kick your ass, oh yeah, oh

You may not like our integrity,
We built a out of anarchy, oh yeah

And in corner weighin' in at 850 pounds
Guns N'

Get in the ring, get in the
Get in the ring, get in the
Get in the ring, get in the
Get in the ring, get in the

Get in the ring, get in the
Get in the ring, get in the
Get in the ring, get in the
Get in the ring, get in the ring,

song is dedicated to all the Guns N' fuckin' Roses fans
Who stuck us through all the
Fuckin' and to all those opposed, well