Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will my soul
I will lick your emotions

This is the stylin' for a title that sounds
But nothin' silly the triflin' times of Millie
Millie, a Brooklyn queen, originally Philly
Complete with that 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 'coz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome bubbles

He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite
That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite
She had the curves that 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 Millie 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, must be tuggin'
You a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're renowned with the frown you're luggin'

to think, your face look stink when Dill's around you
He's your father, done happen, did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'coz Dill is cool
Matter of fact, the elder 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 anyone could have
cool, super hip, you should be glad

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

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

Of course he told us she was an' we believed 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 earth she was gonna him

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

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

She I hit the combo dead upon the missle
Wanted to know if I could get a pistol
That ain't a problem but why Millie need one
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to one

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

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

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

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

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