Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

[Hook -
White slavery bitches get put under seige
shoved into a van and right from the streets bitch
never to be seen again by any of their
just a buried deep in the world of creeps
who through alleyways accociating with freaks
you'll never be found but 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 need to succumb
it's proven, I feed em dog food, prefer human
make 'em beat each other bloody for my amusement
It's all fun and games, I keep 'em in chains
sexually 'em do the most disgusting things
starve 'em to cannibals, make 'em eat others brains
changed and deranged, begin to seem like nothings strange
while retarded get fist fucked and raped
covered in lighter fluid, lit up and ingulfed in
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 scumbag till I'm a and three
you in the back of a van, rag stuck in ya teeth
smothered in chloroform, you up smothered in creeps

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