Luyện nghe bài hát Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will my soul
I will your funky emotions

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

Around this time, the slammin' joint was 'Milk is
But even cooler was my social worker
Yeah, I had a social worker I had some troubles
Anyone who'd on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles

He'd bring me to his crib to my favorite races
That's how his daughter Millie one of my favorite faces
She had the curves made 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 victim of the touchy-touchy

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

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

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

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

Millie tried hard to let this Hell not happen
But when fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
Yo Dillon, man, Millie's out of school for a week, man
What's the deal? I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises to heal

Of course he told us she was sick an' we him
An' at the department store as Santa we see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at plottin'
How off the of this earth she was gonna knock him

I got home, I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her, Hey how ya doin'?,
I tried to call the but her line was busy
I guess head to Macy's an' bug out on Dillon

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

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

Ran some style about him on her privates
Look honey, I don't care if you five fits
There's no way you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip

You're just mad he's your at school
No need to play him out he's someone cruel
She kicked that she 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 brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger
He, as his wish, I waste no time to him back 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 to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a Demon

None of the kids could what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin' a on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he mean to
Do all the things her mind could do nothin' but cling to
Millie bucked him an' the quickness it was over