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 when people go to bed
We got a tremendous overload
The boss care about the dress code

So, if your hair's messed up, on in
Nobody care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
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
cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women got

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

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

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

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

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

When the boss man comes, we don't run
a fool like us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard is a little bit prouder
Play the 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 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, grab and eat it
(Ha,ha)

Drinkin' in the back my home girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house from the corporate
Act like a fool 'til the break of
Yellin' curse on the intercom

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

Party on the graveyard
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the shift
(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 time
(Playtime)
jobs are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

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

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

I'm not a thief but I got the up
For the ribs you wanna cook up
And if you need to get drunk with
Call the homeboys from the 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 what I'm sayin'?)
on the graveyard shift
(Hey, so my back
tap on the window or something, ha, ha)
You don't to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

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

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

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

Party on the shift
Party on the graveyard
You don't have to too hard on the graveyard
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)

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