Luyện nghe bài hát Get In The Ring

Why do you look at me you hate me?
Why should I at you when you make me hate you too?
I a smell of retribution in the air
I even understand why the fuck you even care

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

And when you stare you think I feel it
But I'm gonna it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun you 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 silicone
meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, lip projections
Who are you to criticize my

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

That goes for all you in the press
That wanted to shit by printin' lies
Instead of the things we said, means you
Andy at Hit Parader

Magazine, Mick Wall at Kerrang
Bob Jr. at Spin
What, you pissed off 'cause your dad more
Pussy than you? Fuck you, my fuckin' dick

You be off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard
Money to read about the
They to know about

Printin' startin' controversy
You want to 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 our integrity, yeah
We built a out of anarchy, oh yeah

And in this weighin' in at 850 pounds
N' Roses

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 to all the Guns N' fuckin' Roses fans
Who with us through all the
Fuckin' shit and to all opposed, well