Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

Graveyard ain't never dead
We go to when people go to bed
We got a tremendous overload
The don't care about 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'
as hell, moppin' the flo

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

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

And if you come late, the won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, 'bout the future
Don't even 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 graveyard
(Oh yeah, now)
(You don't to slave)
You don't have to slave too on the graveyard
(Oh)

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

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

If you wanna act crazy, go and be wild
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 on the house from the corporate world
Act like a fool 'til the break of
Yellin' words on the intercom

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

on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't 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 on daytime
(Daytime)
Graveyard shift is my time
(Playtime)
Daytime jobs are
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello
(What? Gelatin)

So, I work graveyard shift like a
(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, we'll the clock fo' ya
We gots no money but we got
If you car down I'll give you a ride

'Cause the corporate is oh so cold
To the people at the 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 somebody to get with
Call the homeboys from the shift
(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 know I'm sayin'?)
on the graveyard shift
(Hey, so my back
tap on the window or something, ha, ha)
You don't have to slave too 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, stop the blues
Throw and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, your life
Play with your kids and make love to your

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 night for the graveyard shift

Party on the graveyard
on the graveyard shift
You don't have to slave too hard on the
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)
Ain't got no no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)

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