Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

[Hook -
slavery when bitches get put under seige
shoved into a van and right from the streets bitch
never to be seen again by any of peeps
just a victim buried deep in the of creeps
who roam through accociating with freaks
you'll never be found but will be searching for weeks
for leaks, hoping somebody speaks
while your brain is washed and memory they delete

1 - Ill Bill]
Woman need to be loved, injected with and drugs
subjected to torture and kidnapped they to succumb
it's proven, I em dog food, they prefer human
make 'em savagely beat each bloody for my amusement
It's all fun and games, I keep 'em in chains
sexually make 'em do the most disgusting
starve 'em to cannibals, make 'em eat others brains
and deranged, stores begin to seem like nothings strange
while retarded acquaintances get fist and raped
covered in lighter fluid, lit up and ingulfed in
sound proof walls to muffle your screams
squirm on a shit stained in a puddle 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 up smothered in creeps

[Verse 2 -
I'm enslaving woman from Ukraine, they don't english
but they understand pain, It's the language of
your situations hopeless, decieved into topless
then force you into prostitution with coke
police keep the while you sleep with clients
you prostest you won't eat and you get like a child does
and when your destroyed like from Latvia
you'll be sold to the muslim part of by the mafia
from there is no return forever
you'll be on ya knees a coffee table in leather
we have no hearts with mafiosy, evil like Lugosi
white slavery O.G.'s own police
full of hate, Spanish midgets you out of crates
kidnapped woman from chains their fate 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
chopping your feet of, don't shut the off
leave it, believe it we're to cut the meat off
and meat it