Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

Frank Zito, Tamma, For (*Ralphus*)
Natacha Dinatelli, Shout out to
do it, (HAhahahahahaha)

[Hook -
White slavery when bitches get put under
shoved into a van and right from the streets bitch
never to be again by any of their peeps
just a victim buried deep in the world of
who roam alleyways accociating with freaks
never be found but cops will be searching for weeks
looking for leaks, hoping speaks
your brain is washed and your memory they delete

[Verse 1 - Ill
Woman need to be loved, injected needles and drugs
subjected to torture and kidnapped they need to
it's proven, I feed em dog food, they human
make 'em savagely beat each other for my amusement
It's all fun and games, I 'em handcuffed in chains
sexually 'em do the most disgusting things
starve 'em to cannibals, make 'em eat each brains
changed and deranged, begin to seem like nothings strange
while retarded get fist fucked and raped
covered in lighter fluid, lit up and in flames
sound proof walls guarantee to your screams
on a shit stained mattres in a puddle of pee
selling you to the bidder for a bundle of D
and Imma be a scumbag till I'm a hundred and
throw you in the back of a van, rag stuck in ya
smothered in chloroform, you up smothered in creeps

[Verse 2 -
I'm woman from Ukraine, they don't understand english
but they understand pain, It's the language of
your hopeless, decieved into dancing topless
then force you into prostitution with coke
police keep the silence while you sleep with
you you won't eat and you get beat like a child does
and when your destroyed like woman Latvia
you'll be sold to the muslim of Bosnia by the mafia
where there is no return forever
you'll be on ya knees labeled a coffee table in
we have no hearts with mafiosy, evil like Lugosi
white slavery O.G.'s own police
full of hate, Spanish midgets pull you out of
kidnapped woman dangled from chains their to be raped
killers with Frank Zito cuts slaves in vans
Iran that's delicacy like a gorilla's liver
like the stench of a
we'll bring it to you critics fowl like a
and a naked in a trenchcoat
your feet of, don't shut the beat off
leave it, believe it we're to cut the meat off
and meat it