Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

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

Waitress: Are you guys all set to
Token: Yeah, uh, you wanna go
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 without any dressing?

2]
By in hotel 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 write about the I think about every single day
Fans say it takes so much
My boy got back from the military
I said "Thank you for your service"
No
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I nourishment
Two comments on my last post
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I a visit
No one thinks I a favor
No one at my doorstep packages delivered by a stranger
Mailman at my house more anybody that I know today
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
Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers,
European outlet
And shirts in buckets, CDs and that refer about me
He probably knows me better my friends
I bet he even heard about me
When I'm home, I tell a soul
management and that label know
My say they wanna take my soul
But I think that they care the most
My only wanna hear my heart
I give it up like this shit 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 believe in a soul?
Maybe I'm just 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, back at
Knock, knock at the door, leave me
I don't wanna see no motherfuckin'

Postal
Postal service, is home?