Luyện nghe bài hát Get In The Ring

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

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

And when you stare you think I feel it
But I'm gonna it back to you in spades
I'm havin' fun you know I can't conceal it
'Cause I know you'd cut it in my game, oh no

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

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

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

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

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

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

Printin' lies startin'
You want to me
me, motherfucker
Get in the ring,
And kick your bitchy little ass, punk

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

You may not like our integrity,
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 is dedicated to all the Guns N' fuckin' Roses fans
Who stuck us through all the
Fuckin' shit and to all those opposed,