Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you suck my soul
I lick your funky emotions

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

Around this time, the slammin' joint was 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 dome like bubbles

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

I guess her father got the same 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 been buggin'
On Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the you're luggin'

Come to think, 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
of fact, the coolest elder in the school

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

Yeah, it seemed that 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 an' then would force her to give him head room

Millie tried real hard to let Hell not happen
But when fuss, he would just commence 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 course he 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 home
How off the of this earth she was gonna knock him

When I got home, I 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 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 she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to serious, I said, Go ahead, shoot"

She claimed I hit the dead upon the missle
Wanted to if I could get a loaded pistol
That a problem 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 that flip
He might breathe a but ya jeans he wouldn't rip

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

Macy's department store, the for Santa's kisses
An' all the little demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger
He, as his wish, I waste no time to return him to Mother

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

None of the kids could understand was the cause
All could see was a girl 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
bucked him an' with the quickness it was over