Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you suck my soul
I will lick your emotions

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

Around this time, the slammin' joint was 'Milk is
But even cooler was my social worker
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 become one of my favorite
She had the that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man, I'd love to make

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

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

Come to think, your look stink when Dill's around you
He's father, what 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 Claus at Macy's
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could
cool, super hip, you should be glad

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

tried real hard to let this Hell not happen
But when fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
Yo Dillon, man, Millie's out of school for a week, man
What's the I guess he was givin' 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 child was at home
How off the face of this earth she was gonna him

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

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

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

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

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

Macy's store, the scene for Santa's kisses
An' all the little brats all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger
He, as his wish, I waste no to return 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 a pistol, people screamin'
She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell he's a Demon

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