Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyard Shift

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

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

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' in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' 'bout the women they got

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

And if you late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' the future
Don't even trip if you 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 shift
(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 is Joseph Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood store
We actin' like a bunch of kids
frisbee with the trash can lids

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

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

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

Drinkin' in the back my home girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house from the corporate
Act a fool 'til the break of dawn
Yellin' curse on the intercom

racin' with the fork lift
Nobody on the graveyard shift
(You know what I'm Ha)

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

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

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

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

I'm not a thief but I got the up
For the barbecue ribs you 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 shift
(If the lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you know I'm sayin'?)
Party on the shift
(Hey, so watch my
'Cuz tap on the or something, ha, ha)
You have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

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

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

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

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

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

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