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 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 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
think I need religion, sister think that is a trap
When I saw the rabbi, he me if I'm faithful
I "Yeah, I'm faithful"
God, thank God, thank God he didn't ask what I'm faithful to
My girl pray like she
She pray, pray that I'm
But no matter what I really say, but no matter what I 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 just wanna see how much fight, how much she got in her
How much she got in her? How many tours I go on?
How many times will I slip? How many chances I
How love she got in her? How much trust she got in her?
How much left she got in her? How many I bought dinner?
How cash can I spare?
This meal like one fifty
And I'ma flip a 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 without any dressing?

2]
By in hotel rooms
Is the only time I can really get myself to sleep
"Do not disturb" sign on that handle for the cleaning lady
I no service, yeah, no service
I write about the shit I think about every day
Fans say it takes so courage
My boy just got back from the
I never "Thank you for your service"
No
No one I need guidance
No one I need nourishment
Two thousand comments on my last
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I a visit
No one thinks I a favor
No one at my doorstep except packages delivered by a
Mailman at my house than anybody that I know today
But I never shared a word him
Shit, I don't even know his
I how much he infer about me
the fan mail and those words about me
Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers,
European outlet
And shirts in buckets, CDs and that refer about me
He probably me better than my friends
I bet he even heard about me
When I'm home, I tell a soul
Only management and that know
My say they wanna 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 give it up, it up, give it up
Momma "What if one day there's just nothin' left?"
That made me wonder after my soul?
Shit, do I believe in a soul?
I'm just overthinking it all
Probably just it all
Monday 8 AM, bed, hit the gym
the gym, find the flow, one day
Used to like a brand 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?