Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

Graveyard shift ain't dead
We go to work when go to bed
We got a tremendous work
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 gots the
(What's that?)
That it's time for lunch
Smokin' in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' lies the women they got

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

And if you come late, the boss won't ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the
Don't even trip if you tired
Take a little nap, you won't get

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

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

Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood grocery
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 tryin' to fun
Graveyard is a little bit prouder
the radio just a little bit louder

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

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

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

Drag racin' with the fork
Nobody cares on the shift
(You know I'm sayin'? Ha)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Party on the graveyard
Party on the shift
You don't 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 don't
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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