Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my grandpa died, he me
Only to remind me every day above the is a blessing
I pick up because 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 of travel that I look forward to is the plane ride
Give me and no service, no service
I won't go to service for mom, won't go to 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, thank God he didn't ask what I'm to
My girl pray like she
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 I say is a fight
She think that I only wanna fight, but I do not wanna with her
I just wanna see how fight, how much fight she got in her
How much trust she got in her? How tours I go on?
How many 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 like one
And I'ma flip a fucking chair if I get no

Waitress: Are you guys all set to
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 on the menu, and can I get that without 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 about the shit I think about every single day
Fans say it so much courage
My boy just got from the military
I never said "Thank you for service"
No
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I need
Two thousand on my last post
No one thinks I encouragement
No one thinks I a visit
No one thinks I a favor
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 word him
Shit, I don't even know his
I wonder how much he infer me
the fan mail and those words about me
Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers,
European outlet
And shirts in buckets, CDs and both that refer me
He probably knows me better than my
I bet he never even about me
I'm home, I don't tell a soul
Only management and that know
My fans say they wanna take my
But sometimes I think that care the most
My only wanna hear my heart
I give it up like this shit in my flesh
I it up, give it up, give it up
Momma said "What if one day there's nothin' 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, at home
Knock, at the door, leave me alone
I don't wanna see no motherfuckin'

Postal
Postal service, is home?