Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

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

Waitress: Are you all set to order?
Token: Yeah, uh, you go first?
Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I don't even know how to pronounce it, but it's right here on the menu, and can I get that any dressing?

2]
By in hotel rooms
Is the only time I can get myself to sleep lately
"Do not disturb" sign on door handle for the cleaning lady
I want no service, yeah, no
I write about the shit I think every single day
say it takes so much courage
My boy just got from the military
I never "Thank you for your service"
No
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I need
Two thousand comments on my last
No one thinks I encouragement
No one I need a visit
No one thinks I a favor
No one at my doorstep except packages delivered by a
Mailman at my house more than anybody that I know
But I never shared a with him
Shit, I don't even his name
I wonder how much he about me
From the fan mail and those about me
clothes, new phones, humidifiers, microphones
European adapters
And shirts in buckets, CDs and both that refer me
He probably knows me than my friends
I bet he even heard about me
When I'm home, I don't tell a
Only management and that know
My fans say wanna take my soul
But sometimes I think that they the most
My fans only hear my heart
I give it up like this ain't in my flesh
I it up, give it up, give it up
Momma said "What if one day just nothin' left?"
That me wonder who's 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
Used to feel like a new beginning, now it don't
No complaints, old friend at the gym I
I'm so-so, at home
Knock, knock at the door, leave me
I wanna see no motherfuckin' postman

Postal
Postal service, is anyone