Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my grandpa died, he me
to remind me every day above the ground is a blessing
I didn't pick up because I was underground in the basement, in a
No service, yeah, no
I act like I miss home even though I started writing raps really to escape it
Only part of travel 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 I need religion, sister think that is a trap
When I saw the rabbi, he asked me if I'm
I "Yeah, I'm faithful"
Thank God, God, thank God he didn't ask what I'm faithful to
My pray like she faithful
She pray, pray I'm faithful
But no matter what I really say, but no what I really do
that I say isn't 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 much fight, how fight she got in her
How much trust she got in How many tours I go on?
How many will I slip? How many chances I get?
How love she got in her? How much trust she got in her?
How much left she got in How many times I bought dinner?
How cash can I spare?
This meal cost like one
And I'ma flip a fucking chair if I get no

Waitress: Are you all set to order?
Yeah, uh, you wanna 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 myself in 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 shit I think about single day
say it takes 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 comments on my post
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I need a
No one I need a favor
No one at my doorstep except packages delivered by a
Mailman at my house more than anybody I know today
But I never shared a word him
Shit, I don't even his name
I wonder how much he about me
From the fan and those words about me
clothes, new phones, humidifiers, microphones
European adapters
And shirts in buckets, CDs and both that about me
He probably knows me than my friends
I bet he never even about me
When I'm home, I don't a soul
Only management and that label
My fans say wanna take my soul
But sometimes I that they care the most
My only wanna hear my heart
I give it up like this 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 after my
Shit, do I believe in a soul?
Maybe I'm 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 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 anyone