Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you suck my soul
I will your funky emotions

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

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

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

I guess her father got the same feelin'
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 be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found
Now world renowned with the frown you're luggin'

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

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

Yeah, it that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
But Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
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 she'd fuss, he would just to slappin'
Yo Dillon, man, been out of school for a week, man
What's the deal? I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to

Of he told us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the department store as we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at plottin'
How off the of this earth she was gonna knock him

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

I received a call from 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 dead upon the missle
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded
That ain't a but why would Millie need one
She said she 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 that you can prove to me Dill's flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he rip

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

Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's
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 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 a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz 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