Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

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

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

I know but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's time for lunch
cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the tellin' lies 'bout the women they got

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

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the
Don't even trip if you feel
a little nap, you won't 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 graveyard
(Oh yeah, now)
(You have to slave)
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)

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

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

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

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

in the back with my home girl
(Yeah)
The on the house from the corporate world
Act like a fool 'til the of dawn
curse words on the intercom

Drag racin' with the fork
Nobody cares on the graveyard
(You know what I'm 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 slave too hard on the
(Break it down, fellas)
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

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

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

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

'Cause the corporate is oh so cold
To the people at the of the totem 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
Call the homeboys from the shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

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

Happiness is hard to
Happiness is a state of
It can't be found in fame or
It's found real deep yourself

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

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

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

(Hey, this out loco)
No dental plan, no
(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 gotta get some kinda way
(Come on man)