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 pick up I was underground in the basement, in a session
No service, yeah, no
I act like I miss home even though I started writing raps only to escape it
part of travel 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 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 girl pray she faithful
She pray, pray I'm faithful
But no matter what I really say, but no matter I really 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 see how much fight, how much fight she got in her
How much trust she got in her? How many I go on?
How many times will I slip? How many I get?
How much love she got in her? How trust she got in her?
How much left she got in her? How many times I 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 guys all set to
Token: Yeah, uh, you wanna go
Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I even 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 hotel
Is the time I can really get myself to sleep lately
"Do not disturb" sign on that door handle for the cleaning
I want no service, yeah, no
I write about the shit I think every single day
Fans say it so much courage
My boy just got from the military
I never "Thank you for your service"
No
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I need
Two thousand comments on my post
No one I need encouragement
No one thinks I need a
No one thinks I need a
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 with him
Shit, I don't know his name
I wonder how much he infer me
the fan mail and those words about me
Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers,
outlet adapters
And in buckets, CDs and both that refer about me
He knows me better than my friends
I bet he never heard about me
When I'm home, I don't tell a
Only management and label know
My say they wanna take my soul
But sometimes I that they care the most
My fans only hear my heart
I give it up like shit ain't in my flesh
I give it up, it up, give it up
Momma said "What if one day there's just left?"
made me wonder who's 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 feel like a new beginning, now it don't
No complaints, old friend at the gym I
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?