Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my died, he called me
Only to 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 though I started writing raps really only to escape it
part of travel that I look forward to is the plane ride
Give me space and no service, no
I won't go to service for mom, go to service for dad
Grandma I need 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 she faithful
She pray, that I'm faithful
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 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 trust she got in her? How many tours I go on?
How many times I slip? How many chances I get?
How much love she got in her? How much trust she got in
How much left she got in her? How many times I dinner?
How cash can I spare?
This meal cost one fifty
And I'ma flip a chair 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 without any

2]
By myself in rooms
Is the only time I can get myself to sleep lately
"Do not disturb" sign on that door handle for the cleaning
I no service, yeah, no service
I about the shit I think about every single day
say it takes so much courage
My boy just got back the military
I never said "Thank you for service"
No
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I need
Two comments on my last post
No one thinks I encouragement
No one thinks I a visit
No one I need a favor
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 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,
European 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
When I'm home, I don't a soul
Only management and that know
My fans say they take my soul
But sometimes I that they care the most
My fans wanna hear 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 there's just left?"
That made me who's after 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 feel like a brand new beginning, now it
No complaints, old at the gym I ignored
I'm so-so, back at
Knock, at the door, leave me alone
I don't wanna see no postman

Postal
Postal service, is anyone