Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ill
Woman to be loved, injected with needles 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
all fun and games, I keep 'em handcuffed in chains
sexually make 'em do the most things
starve 'em to cannibals, 'em eat each others brains
changed and deranged, begin to seem like nothings strange
while acquaintances get fist fucked and raped
covered in fluid, lit up and ingulfed in flames
sound proof walls guarantee to muffle your
squirm on a stained mattres in a puddle of pee
you to the highest bidder for a bundle of D
and Imma be a scumbag I'm a hundred and three
throw you in the of a van, rag stuck in ya teeth
smothered in chloroform, you wake up in creeps

[Verse 2 -
I'm enslaving woman from Ukraine, they don't english
but understand pain, It's the language of anguish
your situations hopeless, decieved into dancing
then you into prostitution with coke heads
keep the silence 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 by the mafia
where there is no return forever
you'll be on ya knees labeled a table in leather
we have no hearts with mafiosy, evil Bella Lugosi
white slavery O.G.'s that own
full of hate, Spanish midgets pull you out of
kidnapped woman from chains their fate to be raped
killers with Frank Zito cuts deliver slaves in
from Iran that's delicacy like a liver
like the of a roach
we'll bring it to you critics like a blowgun
and a naked in a trenchcoat
chopping your of, don't shut the beat off
leave it, believe it we're to cut the meat off
and meat it