Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my grandpa died, he me
Only to remind me day above the ground is a blessing
I didn't pick up because I was in the basement, in a session
No service, yeah, no
I act like I miss home even though I started writing raps really to escape it
Only part of travel that I 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 need religion, 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 ask what I'm faithful to
My girl pray she faithful
She pray, pray that I'm
But no what I really say, but no matter what I really 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 wanna see how fight, how much fight she got in her
How much trust she got in her? How many 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 How many times I bought dinner?
How much can I spare?
This meal cost one fifty
And I'ma flip a chair if I get no service

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 on the menu, and can I get that without any dressing?

2]
By myself in rooms
Is the only time I can really get myself to lately
"Do not disturb" sign on door handle for the cleaning lady
I want no service, yeah, no
I write about the shit I about every single day
Fans say it takes so courage
My boy just got from the military
I never "Thank you for your service"
No
No one thinks I need
No one I need nourishment
Two thousand comments on my post
No one thinks I need
No one I need a visit
No one thinks I a favor
No one at my except packages delivered by a stranger
Mailman at my more than anybody that I know today
But I never shared a word him
Shit, I even know his name
I wonder how much he 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 knows me better my friends
I bet he even heard about me
I'm home, I don't tell a soul
Only management and that know
My fans say wanna take my soul
But sometimes I think that they care the
My fans only hear my heart
I it up like 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 who's my soul?
Shit, do I even believe in a
Maybe I'm just it all
Probably overthinking it all
8 AM, outta bed, hit the gym
Leave the gym, 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, at the door, leave me alone
I don't see no motherfuckin' postman

Postal
service, is anyone home?