Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will my soul
I will lick your funky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course he us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the department as Santa we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own was at home plottin'
How off the face of this 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 Macy's an' bug out on

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

She claimed I hit the combo upon the missle
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded
ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
She she wanted her pops Dillon 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 you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya he wouldn't rip

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

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

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

None of the kids understand what was the cause
All could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
Dillon mercy, said he didn't mean to
Do all the that her mind could do nothin' but cling to
Millie bucked him an' the quickness it was over