Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

shift ain't never dead
We go to work people go to bed
We got a tremendous work
The boss don't care the dress code

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

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

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

And if you come late, the won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the
Don't even if you feel tired
a little nap, you won't get fired

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

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

Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me,
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood grocery
We actin' like a bunch of kids
Playin' frisbee with the can lids

the boss man comes, baby we don't run
He's a fool us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a little bit
the radio just a little bit louder

DJ that midnight mix
(Mix)
Dance on isle number six
(Six)
Bumpin' old school too short rhyme
(Uh)
Got the homeboys in a soul line

If you act crazy, go ahead and be wild
If you rap, go ahead and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just beat it
If you get hungry, something and eat it
(Ha,ha)

Drinkin' in the back with my home
(Yeah)
The beer's on the from the corporate world
Act like a 'til the break of dawn
curse words on the intercom

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

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

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

So, I work graveyard shift like a
(Yeah)
An afro-classic is I am
I drive to work without a jam
on the graveyard is like my brother
Always lookin' out for other

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

the corporate world is oh so cold
To the people at the of the totem pole
Divided we fall, we stand
What you need? Get it the Afroman

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

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

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

Brothers, stop the blues
parties and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy life
with your kids and make love to your wife

Drink a little beer, smoke no crack
Have a good before Christ comes back
Keep your head high, your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the shift

Party on the graveyard
on the graveyard shift
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

(Hey, check out loco)
No plan, no Medicare
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man care
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no union no
(Graveyard, graveyard)

Dirty uniforms and a short
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Workin' minimum everyday
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We get over some kinda way
(Come on man)