Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my died, he called me
Only to remind me every day 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 I miss home even though I started writing raps really only to escape it
Only part of that I look 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 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, thank God, God he didn't ask what I'm faithful to
My pray like she faithful
She pray, that I'm faithful
But no matter what I really say, but no what I really do
Everything that I say isn't true, that I say is a fight
She think that I only fight, but I do not wanna fight with her
I just see how much fight, how much fight she got in her
How much trust she got in her? How tours I go on?
How times will I slip? How many chances I get?
How much she got in her? How much trust she got in her?
How much left she got in her? How many times I bought
How much can I spare?
This meal cost one fifty
And I'ma a fucking chair if I get no service

Waitress: Are you guys all set to
Token: Yeah, uh, you go first?
Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I don't 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 I can really get myself to sleep lately
"Do not disturb" sign on that door handle for the lady
I no service, yeah, no service
I write the shit I think about every single day
say it takes so much courage
My boy just got back from the
I never said "Thank you for service"
No
No one thinks I guidance
No one I need nourishment
Two thousand comments on my post
No one I need encouragement
No one thinks I need a
No one thinks I need a
No one at my doorstep except delivered by a stranger
Mailman at my house more than 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
Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers,
outlet adapters
And in buckets, CDs and both that refer about me
He knows me better than my friends
I bet he even heard about me
When I'm home, I don't tell a
management and that label know
My fans say they wanna my soul
But sometimes I that they care the most
My fans only wanna hear my
I it up like this shit ain't in my flesh
I give it up, give it up, it up
said "What if one day there's just nothin' left?"
That made me who's after my soul?
Shit, do I even in a soul?
Maybe I'm just it all
Probably overthinking it all
Monday 8 AM, 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 at the gym I ignored
I'm so-so, at home
Knock, knock at the door, leave me
I don't wanna see no postman

Postal
Postal service, is home?