Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you suck my soul
I lick your funky emotions

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

Around this time, the joint was 'Milk is Chillin''
But even cooler was my social Dillon
Yeah, I had a social 'coz I had some troubles
Anyone 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 curves that you wanna take chances
I on her, man, I'd love to make advances

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

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

Come to think, your face look stink when Dill's you
He's your father, what done happen, did he 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 old Santa Claus at Macy's
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you 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 slept in, he crept inside her
An' he would toss an' then would force her to him head room

Millie tried real hard to let this not happen
But she'd 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 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 was at home plottin'
How off the of this earth she was gonna knock him

I got home, I found 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 an' bug out on Dillon

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

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

Ran some style him pushin' 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 breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip

You're just mad he's your 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

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

As I'm jettin', floats 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 Hell 'coz a Demon

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