Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ill
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 prefer
'em savagely beat each other bloody for my amusement
It's all fun and games, I 'em handcuffed in chains
make 'em do the most disgusting things
starve 'em to cannibals, make 'em eat others brains
changed and deranged, stores begin to seem like strange
while retarded get fist fucked and raped
covered in lighter fluid, lit up and in flames
sound walls guarantee to muffle your screams
on a shit stained mattres in a puddle of pee
selling you to the highest bidder for a of D
and Imma be a till I'm a hundred and three
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 from Ukraine, they don't understand english
but understand pain, It's the language of anguish
your situations hopeless, decieved dancing topless
then you into prostitution with coke heads
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 woman from
you'll be sold to the muslim part of Bosnia by the
from there is no return forever
you'll be on ya knees labeled a coffee in leather
we have no with mafiosy, evil like Bella Lugosi
slavery O.G.'s that own police
full of hate, Spanish midgets you out of crates
kidnapped woman dangled from chains their to be raped
killers with Frank Zito cuts deliver in vans
from 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 cleave it