Practice Song Details:
Practice Song Lyrics In English Translation
I Mean, Listen,
We Talkin’ ’bout Practice, No—, No—, Not The Game That I Go Out There And Die For And Play Every Game Like It’s My Last, We Talkin’ Bout Practice, Man. What Are We Talkin’ About, Practice? We’re Not Even Talking ’bout The Game, The Actual Game
Yah (Yah), Yah (yah), Nah (yah), Really ? (Really?)
We Talkin’ About Practice, Man
Oh Really? (Really?) Naah (yah) Yah (yah) Swear? (Nah)
When You Come To The Arena And See Me Play ( Yah )
Palace And Stüssy, I Don’t Even Fall The Ollie
My Dogs Look, Comic Villains
I Go With Canaries, I Go With The Domis
Bro, We Kill Each Other Like Goku And Broly
The Open Feathers And The Christ On The Outside
Listening To Rap With The Cell Phone In My Ear
I Ask Him To Film Us And He Leaves Me Fixed He
Gives Me Head Inside ‘e La Ranchera
Crazy (Crazy), Nah (Nah)
Nah (Nah), Really? (Yah) Yah
Retro 90’s OG Pullover
It’s Not Cold, It Goes With The Shiesty
Scarves With Paisley Prints
I Put Her In Prada, I Take Her Out Of JD
I Go With The Goats, Call Me Heidi
With V-Funk On Mya, Bitch, I’m Too Wavy
Yah (Yes)
She Is From San Pedro De Macorís (Diablo)
But Now She Lives In Madrid
I Marry Her And They Hit The UCRIF
The JBL Hangs From The Skate And The Boy Steals From You Listening To Lacrim
By Yuki, Nano, Choco, Dawa And Abhir
My Cat In A Robe Drinking Histaverín
Yah (Yah) Yah (Yah)
Yeh, Yeh ( Yah )
Every Year More Credible
Every Year More Credible
Yeh, Yeh, Yeh, Yeh
Every Year More—
My Grandmother Matilde Assures That She Has Seen The Virgin
Every Year Is More Credible
The Label Does Not Know How Much To Insure So That It Signs
But I Remain Firm
Now That There Is Data It Is Simple
You Take The Plate And You Help Yourself
0.80 But Nothing Works For
Me I Was At Your Party And I Became Invisible
I Always I Move With Two
May God Be Good And The Eternal Tour And Take Care Of My Cough
From 922 To 210
This Month I Smoke A Thousand, At Least
Nikes In Trunks Of The Same Model
A Kiss To The Clouds In Case We Don’t Return
Blue Lights, Whistle From La Gomera
( Moving With God )
Yeah, Heh, Yeah, What? Yeah, Yeah-yeah-yeah, BBO
( 922-928 )
MMCD
I Wake Up At One In The Bathtub Of A Hotel In La Laguna
Fasting With Scratches And Lagoons
Jacuzzi On The Roof, Teide Dawning Next To The Moon
What They Speak Cannot Be Heard At Such A Height
They Don’t Know How To Give Myself, I Can’t Accommodate Myself
They Paint My Face Big, I Feel Jackobo Hernández
Above I Have An Angel, The Truth In Front
Daggers From Behind, Below A Trail Of Blood
Yeah, Clothes With Patches With Cardinal Points
Above Dots, Cardinals
I Go With Marginals, Players And Sex Workers
Not A Porsche With Its Torque Runs To Hoke Or His Manes
Rolling Down The Road In The Jeepeta, Rings And Balls Chains
Are Transparent Under Ugly Guayaberas, Jeva
My OG Has More Handles Than Five Drawers
You Can Find Me In Bata And I’m Not Talking About Guinea
I Was In So Many That I Celebrate
If Now The Clothes I Wear Are White
The Rice That I Eat Is Black
The Static Comes In Batches You Don’t Even Want To Know
I Spend It And I Don’t Miss It , I Know How To Do It Again
Smoking Basses Watching Navajeros
He Shook The Can And It Sounded Like A Rattle
Dedicated To My Doctors I Know Who Is Sincere
Cruzzi Gave Me His Lawyer And I Started Making Money
Yeah-eah, Weed, It Stinks Of A Toilet
I Have It In The Closet Like CR7
I Bought A Kaws, Bae Thinks It’s A Toy
I’m A Ho, I Love Being His Toy, Yeah
In Google Lens Photos Of Tremaine Emory
To See Well What Or Who Wears The One From Denim Tears
Cafuné, Except The Game As A Memory
I Sound On The Speaker Of That Kid With A Delivery Backpack
I Just Want To Burn
And That The Beema On The Avenue Breaks Their Necks
Today I Premiere Air Force Ones
Stinking Of Sun Cream And Creed Aventus
Palm Trees On The Boulevard
With Mine By My Side Listening To Cam’ron
Bae, I Can’t Wait To Get There
We Parked And I Want To Be Inside