Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my grandpa died, he me
Only to remind me every day above the 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 I started writing raps really only to escape it
Only part of travel I look forward to is the plane ride
me space and no service, no service
I go to service for mom, won't go to service for dad
Grandma think I religion, sister think that is a trap
When I saw the rabbi, he asked me if I'm
I "Yeah, I'm faithful"
Thank God, thank God, thank God he didn't ask what I'm to
My girl pray like she
She pray, pray that I'm
But no matter what I really say, but no matter what I do
Everything I say isn't true, everything that I say is a fight
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 trust she got in her? How many tours I go on?
How many will I slip? How many chances I get?
How much love she got in her? How much trust she got in
How much she got in her? How many times I bought dinner?
How much cash can I
This meal like one fifty
And flip a fucking chair if I get no service

Waitress: Are you guys all set to
Yeah, uh, you wanna go first?
Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I don't even know how to pronounce it, but it's here on the menu, and can I get that without any dressing?

2]
By myself in hotel
Is the only I can really get myself to sleep lately
"Do not disturb" sign on that handle for the cleaning lady
I want no service, yeah, no
I write about the shit I think about every day
Fans say it takes so courage
My boy just got back the military
I said "Thank you for your service"
No
No one I need guidance
No one thinks I nourishment
Two thousand on my last post
No one thinks I encouragement
No one thinks I a visit
No one thinks I need a
No one at my doorstep packages delivered by a stranger
Mailman at my house than anybody that I know today
But I never shared a with him
Shit, I don't even his name
I wonder how he infer about me
From the fan and those words about me
Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers,
outlet adapters
And shirts in buckets, CDs and both refer about me
He probably knows me better my friends
I bet he never heard about me
When I'm home, I don't tell a
Only and that label know
My fans say wanna take my soul
But sometimes I think that care the most
My fans only hear my heart
I give it up like this shit ain't in my
I give it up, it up, give it up
Momma said "What if one day there's just left?"
That made me wonder after my soul?
Shit, do I even in a soul?
Maybe I'm overthinking it all
Probably just it all
8 AM, outta bed, hit the gym
Leave the gym, the flow, one day
to feel like a brand new beginning, now it don't
No complaints, old friend at the gym I
I'm so-so, back at
Knock, knock at the door, me alone
I don't see no motherfuckin' postman

Postal
Postal service, is home?