Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will suck my
I will lick your funky

This is the stylin' for a title that sounds
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of
Millie, a queen, originally from Philly
Complete with that accent 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 '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 Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna 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 became a victim of the touchy-touchy

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

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

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 could
Dillon's cool, super hip, you be glad

Yeah, it seemed that ways were parallel with Dillon
But when Millie an' him got home, he was more of a
While she slept in, he crept inside her
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 would just commence to
Yo Dillon, man, been 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 sick an' we him
An' at the department store as we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at plottin'
How off the face of this she was gonna knock him

I got home, I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her, Hey how ya doin'?,
I to call the honey but her line was busy
I I'll 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 would make it seem
She wanted to 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 said she wanted her Dillon to heed one

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

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

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

None of the kids could understand what was the
All they 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
Millie bucked him an' the quickness it was over