Luyện nghe bài hát Kenny G vs. Richard Marx

G]
Are you

[Richard
Oh, I'm

G]
I brought my horn, you bring?

Marx]
I some game

G]

[Beatboxer Josh

G]
Do you what to do?

[Beatboxer Silverstein]
I do

G]
Do it

[Round 1: G]
I'm the biggest sax player in the world
I've got skills with these fingers, just ask girl
career went down the toilet so fast, it was crazy
The only thing saved you was marrying Daisy
I'll hit you so hard with every note I can blow
be covered in smooth jazz from head to toe
Sorry, bro
But when it's time for bed, your music sets the right
Works every time, puts me out a light

[Richard
Alright, try this. Joshua, please

[Round 1: Richard
I owe you a debt, so I should you alone
'Cause music made my son quit the saxophone
You playing sax at the age of ten
And from that point forward, sax was never again
You me a loser? I don't think you understand
I go to Daisy Fuentes, you go home to your hand
You should've known than to even try
Hold onto the nights, 'cause tonight gonna die

[Richard
I'm not

G]
No?

[Richard
The only battle you're win is against your hair-straightener

G]
Whoa. If gonna get that way... Joshua, it's gonna get that way

2: Kenny G]
That's as good as you'll get, and that was subpar
You must be nervous up against a superstar
You were big in the '80s, but that sailed
Your lovemaking's like your career, it
My horn is long and you know it's super hot
Your problem, Little Richard, is you find the G spot
You think these are some sort of fad?
Someone call Seacrest to come pick up his dad

[Richard
If I had a nickel for every time I said to someone "I'm gonna go rap-battle Kenny G," I'd a freakin' nickel. Joshua, let's do this

[Round 2: Richard
I know something about Kenny that's more a rumor
He has to get his hair cut by a
He has the note played, that record is great
It shows can blow for 45 minutes straight
Think you're a Dude, you couldn't be more wrong
Not a soul in this world even one of your songs
Sadder than sad, a dog without a bark
You're even softer Richard Marx!

G]
I like how you had to battle yourself to beat me. Joshua, time for the final slay

[Round 3: G]
a well-known fact, I can sax all night long
But you can't last as long as one of your songs
You looking at my instrument, you got that feeling?
But the ladies me for that "saxual healing"
I'll shove saxophone so far up your colon
Your overinflated head get even more swollen
Rap against me? You'll regret the day you were
Now break out those pads, bitch, and, Little Boy Blue, come blow my horn

Marx]
By the way, I don't think we've heard you sing before, and now we know why. Last one, Joshua, please

3: Richard Marx]
I just figured out something bugged me forever
You're Skeletor and if they had a kid together
That circular breathing shit like Darth Vader
place you're big is in a fucking elevator
We got Kenny Loggins, Kenny Rogers, Kenny
Musically, you even in the top 3 Kennys
So wherever you go, you do

Marx singing]
I will be right here on you