Luyện nghe bài hát Get In The Ring

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You be rippin' off the fuckin'
While they be payin' hard earned
to read about the bands
They want to know

lies startin' controversy
You to antagonize me
Antagonize me,
Get in the ring,
And I'll your bitchy little 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,

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