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 that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' of Millie
Millie, a Brooklyn queen, from Philly
Complete with that accent that made her hillbilly

this time, the slammin' joint 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 become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man, I'd love to advances

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were with Dillon
But Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
While she slept in, he crept her bedroom
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 deal? I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to

Of course he told us she was sick an' we 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 found she had tried to me
My machine had to her, Hey how ya doin'?, Sorry
I tried to the honey but her line was busy
I I'll head to Macy's an' bug out on Dillon

I received a from Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she her health
She said that what she had to ask make it seem minute
She to talk serious, I said, Go ahead, shoot"

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

Ran some about 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 Dill's 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 someone cruel
She kicked she would go get it from somewhere else
Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya

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

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

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