Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

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

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

I don't but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That almost time for lunch
Smokin' in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the they got

gets offended at a racial joke
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay
(Yeah)
We it easy though times are hard
Pullin' practical jokes on the security

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

Drink a little beer , smoke you a
(Beer, spliff)
cares on the graveyard shift
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)

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

Hey, yeah, uh
My is Joseph Foreman, they 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 man comes, baby we don't run
He's a like us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard is a little bit prouder
the radio just a little bit louder

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

If you wanna act crazy, go ahead and be
If you wanna rap, go and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just can't 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 fool 'til the break of
Yellin' curse on the intercom

racin' with the fork lift
Nobody cares on the graveyard
(You what I'm sayin'? Ha)

Party on the graveyard
(Yeah, everyday)
on the graveyard shift
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't 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 would on daytime
(Daytime)
Graveyard shift is my time
(Playtime)
Daytime jobs are
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

So, I work graveyard shift a skeleton
(Yeah)
An is what I am
I drive to without a traffic jam
Everybody on the is like my brother
Always lookin' out for each

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

'Cause the corporate world is oh so
To the people at the bottom of the pole
Divided we fall, we stand
What you 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 drunk
the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

Party on the shift
(If the boss for me
I'm in my car asleep, you what I'm sayin'?)
Party on the shift
(Hey, so watch my
'Cuz tap on the 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 fame or
It's real deep inside yourself

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

Drink a little beer, don't no crack
Have a good time before Christ back
your head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you night for the graveyard shift

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

(Hey, this 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 and a short paycheck
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Workin' minimum everyday
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We gotta get some kinda way
(Come on man)