Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

"Is shift okay with you?"
"Yes"
"Hey, well you got a job, homie"

Graveyard shift never dead
We go to work when go to bed
We got a tremendous overload
The boss care about the dress code

So, if your hair's up, come on in
Nobody don't 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm about a six fo'
Broke as hell, the flo

I don't know but I the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's almost time for
cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women got

Nobody gets offended at a racial
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', to stay woke
(Yeah)
We takin' it easy though times are
Pullin' practical on the security guard

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, 'bout the future
Don't even trip if you feel
Take a little nap, you get fired

Drink a little beer , you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody cares on the shift
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)

Party, on the graveyard
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the shift
(Oh yeah, now)
(You don't to slave)
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)

Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I at the neighborhood grocery store
We actin' crazy a bunch of kids
Playin' with the trash can lids

When the boss man comes, we don't run
He's a fool like us just to have fun
shift is a little bit prouder
Play the radio just a little bit

DJ playin' that mix
(Mix)
contest on isle number six
(Six)
Bumpin' that old school too short
(Uh)
Got the in a soul train line

If you act crazy, go ahead and be wild
If you wanna rap, go ahead and
Graveyard shift, you just can't it
If you get hungry, grab and eat it
(Ha,ha)

in the back with my home girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house from the world
Act like a fool the break of dawn
Yellin' curse words on the

Drag with the fork lift
Nobody cares on the shift
(You know what I'm Ha)

on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard
(Alright, yeah)
(You have to slave, oh yeah)
You don't to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Break it down, fellas)
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I never would work on
(Daytime)
shift is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime jobs are
(Flaky)
jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

So, I graveyard shift like a skeleton
(Yeah)
An is what I am
I drive to work a traffic jam
Everybody on the graveyard is like my
Always lookin' out for other

up fo' ya like I lawyer
If you late, we'll punch the clock fo' ya
We gots no but we got pride
If you car break down I'll give you a

the corporate world is oh so cold
To the people at the bottom of the pole
we fall, together we stand
What you Get it from the Afroman

I'm not a but I got the hook up
For the barbecue ribs you cook up
And if you somebody to get drunk with
the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

Party on the graveyard
(If the lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you know I'm sayin'?)
on the graveyard shift
(Hey, so my back
tap on the window or something, ha, ha)
You don't have to slave too hard on the
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

is hard to find
Happiness is a of mind
It can't be found in or wealth
It's real deep inside yourself

Brothers, stop singin' the
Throw and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy your
Play with kids and make love to your wife

Drink a beer, don't smoke no crack
Have a good time before Christ comes
Keep your head high, keep your back
I'll see you Sunday night for the shift

Party on the graveyard
Party on the graveyard
You don't have to too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

(Hey, check out loco)
No dental plan, no
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man don't
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

Dirty uniforms and a paycheck
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Workin' minimum wage
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We gotta get over some way
(Come on man)