Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

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

So, if hair's messed up, come on in
Nobody care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm about a six fo'
Broke as hell, the flo

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

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

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

a little beer , smoke you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody 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 have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)

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

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

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

If you wanna act crazy, go and be wild
If you wanna rap, go ahead and
shift, you just can't beat it
If you get hungry, grab and eat it
(Ha,ha)

Drinkin' in the back with my girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house the corporate world
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 shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't to slave, oh yeah)
You don't to slave too hard on the graveyard
(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 like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

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 you a ride

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

I'm not a but I got the hook up
For the barbecue you wanna cook up
And if you somebody to get drunk with
the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the collar workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

Party on the graveyard
(If the lookin' 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 don't have to slave too hard on the
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 found real deep yourself

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

Drink a little beer, smoke no crack
Have a good time Christ comes back
Keep your head high, keep back stiff
I'll see you night 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, this out loco)
No plan, no Medicare
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man don't
(Graveyard, graveyard)
got no union no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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