Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my grandpa died, he me
Only to me every day above the ground is a blessing
I didn't up because 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 really 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 ask what I'm faithful to
My girl like she faithful
She pray, that I'm faithful
But no matter what I really say, but no matter I really do
Everything that I say isn't true, everything I say is a fight
She think that I wanna fight, but I do not wanna fight with her
I wanna see how much fight, how much fight she got in her
How much trust she got in her? How tours I go on?
How many times will I slip? How chances I get?
How much love she got in How much trust she got in her?
How much left she got in her? How many I bought dinner?
How much can I spare?
meal cost like one fifty
And flip 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 don't even know how to pronounce it, but it's right here on the menu, and can I get that without any

2]
By myself in rooms
Is the only time I can get myself to sleep lately
"Do not disturb" on that door handle for the cleaning lady
I no service, yeah, no service
I about the shit I think about every single day
Fans say it takes so much
My boy just got back the military
I never said "Thank you for service"
No
No one I need guidance
No one thinks I need
Two thousand comments on my last
No one I need encouragement
No one thinks I need a
No one I need a favor
No one at my doorstep except delivered by a stranger
at my house more than anybody that I know today
But I never shared a word him
Shit, I don't know his name
I wonder how much he about me
the fan mail and those words about me
Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers,
outlet adapters
And in buckets, CDs and both that refer about me
He probably knows me better than my
I bet he even heard about me
I'm home, I don't tell a soul
Only management and label know
My say they wanna take my soul
But sometimes I think they 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
just overthinking it all
Monday 8 AM, bed, hit the gym
the gym, find 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 don't see no motherfuckin' postman

Postal
Postal service, is home?