Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

Graveyard shift ain't never
We go to work people go to bed
We got a work overload
The don't care about the dress code

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

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

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

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, 'bout the future
Don't trip 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 don't to slave)
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)

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

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

DJ playin' that 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 and be wild
If you wanna rap, go and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just beat it
If you get hungry, grab and eat it
(Ha,ha)

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

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

on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the shift
(Alright, yeah)
(You have 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 work on daytime
(Daytime)
shift is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime are flaky
(Flaky)
jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

Speak up fo' ya I lawyer
If you come late, punch the clock fo' ya
We no money 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 bottom of the 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 barbecue ribs you cook up
And if you somebody to get drunk with
Call the homeboys the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

Party on the shift
(If the lookin' 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 have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

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

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

Drink a little beer, don't smoke no
Have a good time before comes back
your head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday for the graveyard 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 dental plan, no
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man don't
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no union no
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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