Luyện nghe bài hát Facts (P Money Diss)

"Jasmine is erm a guy... Who dresses up as a girl. His name is James but his erm like y'know when he dresses up as a he's Jasmine and Blacks used to fuck him. So... he used to holler him down hard as well, so that's where that's come from"

Niggas be hating on me once

Talk you ain't in to mention my name

I'm on a war
I got a pure
In a conflict I leave your jaw
Doin' this since I had my re-bore rollin' in a four Nissan

Everybody about facts
You your bars, no facts
Get a man with facts
that you've never been G checked
But we're gonna out if that's really a

Minarmy the team, that's
Can't with the Gs, get slapped

Yo man keep lyin' like that
No reciept we don't buy it that
P, cut down on
I think it's time you diets like that
Didn't wanna do it but it gets that
And I didn't know gives neck like that
OGz, they lose like that
Brudda, you leave Cleo alone I ain't backin' her
But her mistakes are not mine
If Chip, Black the Ripper and a cameraman beat then it, we all got shines
If I wifey'd
You were pipin' sniff up in crib
All these lies and
You said that I sold Mazza's kit but I made that one, it was free for the online
Put 3 of his sounds on a by accident
I called him up, he wouldn't cryin'
I gave man a bag of VSTs and showed man techniques and beats, you know I'm not
Said he never got credited, where are you this?
It's on his Soundcloud, now I
I got love for Mazza he jus shit the wrong way and decided to say that we're not guys
Never got on a one album deal, fulfilled my contract
Old news, time
You didn't pay for the studio, put out CD
Never said thanks, opp
I talk guns, I was trained by a marksman
I can and redo a Glock 9
firm in Jamaica, three million dollar house in LA
You top I
You aimed your lyrical gun, dissed and
Said I got a out of dissing chicks
Did a EP at me dissing chicks
About L L
and fibs
I can see P sittin' in a pissed
Cheated on by his missuses
While you were scrubbin' your girlfriend's
Griminal's older just dicked it quick
How you on me and my Ipswich chick?
She ain't on me she's keepin' it trill
And we're makin' P on some business shit
But and Miss Anderson
Oh how
They ain't strong to lift this dick
While you was lickin' your clit
They had man on the tryna dip, dip, dip
you was buyin' em Christmas gifts
They had other man's name on Christmas list
you were doing your exes chores
She was doin' you nasty and witnessed
Maxta got head off your ex and got off the radio
Nah it's a different
Before she to blow let him know if he spoke his career's gonna go don't tell a soul so we know the radio's fixed with hits
Though really you a sket
You beat up both your got arrested
Abusin' bredder it's time to confess
Imagine Betty inside the house with him scared for her life them nights were distress
Sian in the morning to work depressed having to put on a fake smile to present
Betty waking up in the morning horny a black eye thinking this guy should be dead
She called your BMs and told that you're cheatin' and you her jaw, what a guy he's the best
And her nose
Guess that's how you've
There's a he ain't replied to it yet
Don't know what situation Willy's in with Mr Williams, gay and slightly a beg
Blacks fucked a and you roll with him
your boy's old wifey, it's dead
Can't stop inside of my head
Put a Insta naked in front of Blacks I bet he'll have a hard time tryin' to errect
I telling 'em I don't spit no more
But these fans they all the grime they can get
God put me in this path so I'm aiming for you
Like Gabriel I'm sniping head
Killin' em slowly I'm OG the
Wait why he roll with his brother?
That's family
Clock full of mandem
But he don't roll his brother
through the grapevine
P don't gays
And I heard that he's his brother
Shoulda set him up with Blacks 'cah at least they coulda been gay without each other
em sharing a room, on a real though
Blacks with of Wiley, the grime scene
P's with pictures of Kylie and dildos
P, be mean to your bros
You took Sian off Little Dee you little
You're the one that got caught a hoe
Lied that I stole from the studio you're the one that was stealing the Gs that you know
You like me for my birthday set
you tried to put it on Rem with Stripes
South west boy in the east with essentials
There was jealousy in his
Couldn't care less about YouTube
'Cah I'm getting at you I applaud
You been rolling snakes early
So that EP cover you've chosen it just right
Right now your boy looks
Think I ain't got on you?
Come on now I can make a OG get upset
Talk about you put in grime
For a whole year you were spittin' on dubstep
You chat shit about N.E
I never saw you once in his house when he in Nunhead
Your head's off, straight up bloodshed

How you can gonna talk to me hoes?
Both exes have killstreaks
Body counts bigger than Sergeant an' that
You're a liar
You it's over?
It ain't yet