Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my died, he called me
to remind me every day above the ground is a blessing
I pick up because I was underground in the basement, in a session
No service, yeah, no
I act like I miss home even though I writing raps really only to escape it
Only part of travel that I forward to is the plane ride
me space and no service, no service
I won't go to service for mom, go to service for dad
Grandma think I need religion, think that is a trap
I saw the rabbi, he asked me if I'm faithful
I "Yeah, I'm faithful"
Thank God, God, thank God he didn't ask what I'm faithful to
My girl pray like she
She pray, pray that I'm
But no matter I really say, but no matter what I really do
Everything that I say isn't true, everything that I say is a
She think I only wanna fight, but I do not wanna fight with her
I just wanna see how much fight, how fight she got in her
How much trust she got in her? How tours I go on?
How many times I slip? How many chances I get?
How much love she got in her? How trust she got in her?
How much left she got in her? How many times I bought
How much cash can I
meal cost like one fifty
And I'ma a fucking chair if I get no service

Waitress: Are you all set to order?
Yeah, uh, you wanna go first?
Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I even know how to pronounce it, but it's right here on the menu, and can I get that without any dressing?

2]
By in hotel rooms
Is the only time I can really get myself to sleep
"Do not disturb" sign on that door handle for the cleaning
I no service, yeah, no service
I write about the shit I think every single day
Fans say it takes so much
My boy just got from the military
I said "Thank you for your service"
No
No one thinks I need
No one I need nourishment
Two comments on my last post
No one thinks I encouragement
No one thinks I need a
No one thinks I a favor
No one at my doorstep except delivered by a stranger
Mailman at my house more anybody that I know today
But I never shared a with him
Shit, I even know his name
I wonder how much he about me
From the fan mail and words about me
clothes, new phones, humidifiers, microphones
European adapters
And shirts in buckets, CDs and both that refer me
He knows me better than my friends
I bet he never even heard me
When I'm home, I don't tell a
Only management and label know
My fans say they take my soul
But I think that they care the most
My fans only wanna my heart
I give it up this shit ain't in my flesh
I it up, give it up, give it up
Momma said "What if one day just nothin' left?"
That made me wonder who's my soul?
Shit, do I even in a soul?
Maybe I'm just it all
Probably just it all
Monday 8 AM, bed, hit the gym
Leave the gym, the flow, one day
Used to like a brand new beginning, now it don't
No complaints, old at the gym I ignored
I'm so-so, at home
Knock, at the door, leave me alone
I wanna see no motherfuckin' postman

Postal
Postal service, is home?