Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

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

So, if your hair's messed up, 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 know but I gots the
(What's that?)
That it's almost time for
Smokin' in the parkin' lot
All the tellin' lies 'bout the women they got

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Party on the graveyard
(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 would work on
(Daytime)
shift is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime jobs are
(Flaky)
jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

So, I work graveyard shift a skeleton
(Yeah)
An afro-classic is I am
I to work 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 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 bottom of the totem
we fall, together we stand
What you need? Get it the Afroman

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

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

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

Drink a little beer, don't no crack
Have a good before Christ comes back
Keep your head high, keep your back
I'll see you Sunday 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, check out loco)
No plan, no Medicare
(Graveyard, graveyard)
no vacation, the man don't care
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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