Luyện nghe bài hát White Slavery

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ill
Woman need to be loved, with needles and drugs
subjected to torture and they need to succumb
it's proven, I feed em dog food, they human
make 'em savagely beat each bloody for my amusement
It's all fun and games, I keep 'em in chains
sexually make 'em do the most disgusting
starve 'em to cannibals, 'em eat each others brains
changed and deranged, stores begin to like nothings strange
while acquaintances get fist fucked and raped
covered in fluid, lit up and ingulfed in flames
proof walls guarantee to muffle your screams
squirm on a shit stained mattres in a of pee
selling you to the bidder for a bundle 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 in creeps

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