Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

Graveyard shift ain't dead
We go to work when go to bed
We got a tremendous work
The boss don't care the dress code

So, if your hair's messed up, 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?)
it's almost time for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the lot
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women got

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

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 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 graveyard
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the graveyard
(Oh yeah, now)
(You have to slave)
You don't 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 like a bunch of
Playin' frisbee with the can lids

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

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

If you act crazy, go ahead and be wild
If you wanna rap, go and freestyle
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 from the world
Act like a fool 'til the break of
curse words on the intercom

Drag racin' the fork lift
Nobody cares on the graveyard
(You what I'm sayin'? Ha)

on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the shift
(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 on daytime
(Daytime)
Graveyard shift is my time
(Playtime)
jobs are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello
(What? Gelatin)

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

Speak up fo' ya like I
If you come late, we'll the clock fo' ya
We gots no money but we got
If you car break I'll give you a ride

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

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

Party on the graveyard
(If the lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you know 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 on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

is hard to find
Happiness is a of mind
It be found in fame or wealth
It's found real deep inside

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

Drink a little beer, don't no crack
Have a good before Christ comes back
Keep your high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard

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

(Hey, this out loco)
No dental plan, no
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man don't
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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