Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

- Necro]
White slavery when bitches get put seige
shoved into a van and kidnapped from the streets bitch
to be seen again by any of their peeps
just a victim deep in the world of creeps
who through alleyways accociating with freaks
you'll never be found but cops will be searching for
for leaks, hoping somebody speaks
while your brain is washed and memory they delete

[Verse 1 - Ill
Woman need to be loved, injected with and drugs
subjected to torture and kidnapped need to succumb
it's proven, I feed em dog food, they prefer
make 'em savagely each other bloody for my amusement
all fun and games, I keep 'em handcuffed in chains
sexually make 'em do the most disgusting
'em to cannibals, make 'em eat each others brains
changed and deranged, stores begin to seem nothings strange
while acquaintances get fist fucked and raped
covered in lighter fluid, lit up and in flames
sound walls guarantee to muffle your screams
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
throw you in the back of a van, rag stuck in ya
smothered in chloroform, you wake up in creeps

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