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 sense a smell of in the air
I don't even understand why the fuck you care

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

And you stare you don't think I feel it
But I'm gonna it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun you know I can't it
I know you'd never cut it in my game, oh no

And you're talkin' about a vasectomy, yeah
I'll be down your obituary, history

You got bitches with the silicone injections
Crystal and yeast infections
Bleached hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my

Got your manipulative devices
like 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 to start shit by printin' lies
Instead of the things we said, that you
Secher at Hit Parader

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

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

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

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

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

And in this corner weighin' in at 850
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 dedicated to all the Guns N' Roses fans
Who stuck with us all the
Fuckin' shit and to all those opposed,