Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

[Hook -
White slavery when get put under seige
shoved into a van and kidnapped right from the bitch
never to be seen 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 somebody
while your is washed and your memory they delete

1 - Ill Bill]
Woman need to be loved, with needles and drugs
to torture and kidnapped they need to succumb
it's proven, I feed em dog food, they human
make 'em beat each other bloody for my amusement
all fun and games, I keep 'em handcuffed in chains
sexually 'em do the most disgusting things
starve 'em to cannibals, 'em eat each others brains
changed and deranged, begin to seem like nothings strange
while retarded acquaintances get fucked and raped
covered in lighter fluid, lit up and in flames
sound proof walls guarantee to muffle your
squirm on a shit stained mattres in a of pee
selling you to the highest bidder for a of D
and Imma be a scumbag till I'm a hundred and
you in the back of a van, rag stuck in ya teeth
smothered in chloroform, you wake up in creeps

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