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 me hate you too?
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 don't I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in
I'm havin' fun you know I can't conceal it
'Cause I you'd never cut it in my game, oh no

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

You got your bitches with the injections
Crystal meth and infections
Bleached blond hair, lip projections
Who are you to criticize my

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

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

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

You be rippin' off the kids
While they be their hard earned
to read about the bands
They to know about

lies startin' controversy
You to antagonize me
me, motherfucker
Get in the ring,
And I'll kick bitchy little ass, punk

I don't like you, I hate 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,

This song is dedicated to all the Guns N' fuckin' fans
Who stuck with us all the
Fuckin' shit and to all those opposed,