Luyện nghe bài hát Get In The Ring

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

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

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

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

You got your bitches the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast
Bleached hair, collagen 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 like to crush your head tight in my vice, pain,

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

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

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

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

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

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

And in this corner weighin' in at 850
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 with us all the
Fuckin' shit and to all those opposed,