Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

Graveyard shift ain't dead
We go to work people go to bed
We got a work overload
The boss care about the dress code

So, if your hair's up, come on in
don't 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?)
That it's almost time for
cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' 'bout the women they got

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

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
'round, talkin' '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 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 Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood grocery
We actin' crazy like a bunch of
frisbee with the trash can lids

When the boss man comes, baby we run
He's a like us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a bit prouder
Play the radio a little bit louder

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

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

in the back with my home girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house from the world
Act like a fool 'til the of dawn
curse words 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)
on the graveyard shift
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't to slave, oh yeah)
You don't have to slave too on the graveyard
(Break it down, fellas)
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I would work on daytime
(Daytime)
shift is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime are shaky like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)

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

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

the corporate world is oh so cold
To the people at the bottom of the totem
Divided we fall, we stand
What you Get it from the Afroman

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

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

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

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

on the graveyard shift
Party on the graveyard
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)

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