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 me hate you too?
I sense a smell of in the air
I don't even why the fuck you even care

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

And when you 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 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
Crystal meth and 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 be nice
I'd like to crush your head in my vice, pain, yeah

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

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

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

Printin' startin' controversy
You to antagonize me
me, motherfucker
Get in the ring,
And I'll kick your bitchy little ass,

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

You may not our integrity, yeah
We a world 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,

song is dedicated to all the Guns N' fuckin' Roses fans
Who with us through all the
Fuckin' shit and to all those opposed,