Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you suck my soul
I will lick funky emotions

This is the for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of
Millie, a Brooklyn queen, from Philly
Complete that accent that made her sound hillbilly

Around time, the slammin' joint was 'Milk is Chillin''
But even cooler was my social worker
Yeah, I had a social worker I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop dome like bubbles

He'd bring me to his crib to watch my races
That's how his daughter Millie become one of my faces
She had the curves that you wanna take chances
I on her, man, I'd love to make advances

I guess her father musta got the feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter appealin'
At the no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy

Yo Millie, what's the problem? Lately you've buggin'
On your Dukie earrings, someone be tuggin'
You were a dancer who always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're

Come to think, your face look stink Dill's around you
He's father, what done happen, did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'coz Dill is really
Matter of fact, the elder in the school

He up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you be glad

Yeah, it seemed that ways were parallel with Dillon
But Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
While she slept in, he inside her bedroom
An' he would toss an' would force her to give him head room

Millie tried real hard to let this Hell not
But when she'd fuss, he just commence to slappin'
Yo Dillon, man, Millie's been out of for a week, man
What's the deal? I guess he was givin' Millie's time to heal

Of course he us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the store as Santa we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at home
How off the of this earth she was gonna knock him

When I got home, I she had tried to call me
My machine had to her, Hey how ya doin'?, Sorry
I tried to call the honey but her line was
I guess I'll head to an' bug out on Dillon

I received a call from Misses Sick
I her how was she recoverin' her health
She that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to serious, I said, Go ahead, shoot"

She claimed I hit the combo dead the missle
Wanted to know if I get a loaded pistol
That ain't a problem but why would need one
She said she wanted her pops to heed one

Ran some style about him on her privates
Look honey, I don't care if you kick five
There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he rip

just mad he's your overseer at school
No need to play him out like someone cruel
She that she would go get it from somewhere else
Yeah, you say, go for ya self

Macy's store, the scene for Santa's kisses
An' all the brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I for my younger brother
He, as his wish, I waste no time to him back to Mother

As I'm jettin', Millie in like a zombie
I ask her her problem, all she says is, "Where is he?"
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, screamin'
She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell he's a Demon

None of the could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin' a on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he mean to
Do all the things her mind could do nothin' but cling to
Millie him an' with the quickness it was over