Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will my soul
I will your funky emotions

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

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

He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite
That's how his Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna 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 daughter Millie
At the time no one knew but it was a
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy

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

Come to think, your face stink when Dill's around you
your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'coz is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest 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 anyone could have
cool, super hip, you should 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 force her to give him head room

Millie tried real to let this Hell not happen
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to
Yo Dillon, man, Millie's been out of for a week, man
What's the I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal

Of course he us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the department as Santa we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own was at home plottin'
How off the face of this earth she was gonna him

When I got home, I found she had to call me
My machine had 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 her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem
She to talk serious, I said, Go ahead, shoot"

She I hit the combo dead upon the missle
Wanted to know if I could get a pistol
That a problem 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
no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip

just mad he's your overseer at school
No need to play him out like he's someone
She kicked she would go get it from somewhere 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 younger
He, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to

As I'm jettin', Millie floats in 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 he's a Demon

of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, he didn't mean to
Do all the things that her mind do nothin' but cling to
Millie him an' with the quickness it was over