Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will suck my
I will lick your funky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tried real hard to let this Hell not happen
But she'd fuss, he would 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 told us she was sick an' we him
An' at the department store as Santa we 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 found she had to call me
My had kicked 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 call Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem
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 pistol
That ain't a problem but why would need one
She said she wanted her Dillon to heed one

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

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

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

As I'm jettin', Millie in like a zombie
I ask her what's her problem, all she 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 kids could what was the cause
All they could see was a holdin' a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't to
Do all the things that her mind could do but cling to
Millie bucked him an' with the it was over