Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ill
Woman need to be loved, injected with and drugs
to torture and kidnapped they need to succumb
it's proven, I em dog food, they prefer human
make 'em beat each other bloody for my amusement
It's all fun and games, I keep 'em in chains
sexually make 'em do the most things
starve 'em to cannibals, make 'em eat each others
and deranged, stores begin to seem like nothings strange
while retarded acquaintances get fist fucked and
covered in lighter fluid, lit up and in flames
sound proof walls guarantee to muffle screams
squirm on a shit stained in a puddle of pee
selling you to the highest bidder for a of D
and be a scumbag till I'm a hundred and three
throw you in the back of a van, rag stuck in ya
smothered in chloroform, you wake up smothered in

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