Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ill
Woman need to be loved, injected needles and drugs
subjected to torture and kidnapped they to succumb
it's proven, I em dog food, they prefer human
'em savagely 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 brains
changed and deranged, stores begin to seem nothings strange
while retarded acquaintances get fist and raped
in lighter fluid, lit up and ingulfed in flames
sound walls guarantee to muffle your screams
squirm on a shit stained in a puddle of pee
selling you to the bidder for a bundle of D
and Imma be a 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 in creeps

[Verse 2 -
I'm enslaving woman from Ukraine, don't understand english
but they pain, It's the language of anguish
your situations hopeless, decieved into 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 destroyed like woman from Latvia
you'll be to the muslim part of Bosnia by the mafia
from there is no return forever
you'll be on ya knees labeled a coffee table in
we no hearts with mafiosy, evil like Bella Lugosi
slavery O.G.'s that own police
full of hate, Spanish pull you out of crates
woman dangled from chains their fate to be raped
killers with Frank Zito cuts slaves in vans
from Iran that's delicacy like a liver
like the of a roach
we'll bring it to you critics fowl a blowgun
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