Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you suck my soul
I will lick funky emotions

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

Around this time, the slammin' was 'Milk is Chillin''
But cooler was my social worker Dillon
Yeah, I had a social worker 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 Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you take chances
I mean on her, man, I'd love to advances

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

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

Come to think, your face look stink when around you
He's your father, what done happen, did he ground
You flip on him 'coz Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the

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

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

Millie tried real hard to let this Hell not
But she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
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 he told us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the store as Santa we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at plottin'
How off the face of earth she was gonna knock him

When I got home, I she had tried to call me
My had kicked to her, Hey how ya doin'?, Sorry
I to call the honey but her line was busy
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 wanted to serious, I said, Go ahead, shoot"

She claimed I hit the combo dead the missle
Wanted to if I could get a loaded pistol
ain't a problem but why would Millie 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 Dill's
He breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip

You're just mad he's your overseer at
No to play him out like he's someone 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 kisses
An' all the little brats all of their wishes
Time passes by as I for my younger brother
He, as his wish, I no time to return him back to Mother

As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a
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, off to Hell 'coz he's a Demon

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