Luyện nghe bài hát Wayne Brady vs. Jake Owen

[Jake
me a beat

[Round 1: Jake
Wayne does it all, such talent is
He can do absolutely anything, keep his hair
Or a show on-air, a walking toolbox
You make white folks more comfortable than a of Birkenstocks
Your rap's so weak, I'm about to eat you for
You're a ratings-killer, the of the Brady Bunch
You dance, you can sing, you can any part
But the one you can't ever be is as famous as Kevin Hart

[Wayne
go

[Round 1: Brady]
Battle a country star? I was down with
Battle Jake Who the hell is that?
Your music, I'd rather listen to
Or drink Kool-Aid Donald Trump watching 'Jungle Fever'
Jake the fakey, achy-breaky made a
Your "jokes," jokes in air quotes, your shit is kinda
I'm bald, people like me, same old thing
make a deal, I'll grow my hair back when you learn how to sing

[Jake
Right. Josh, bring me back beat

[Wayne
And some rhythm, while at it

[Jake
You guys ready for this?

2: Jake Owen]
Well you're a kid-friendly nerd, man, way to beat
block are you repping, Wayne, Sesame Street?
An awful career, now you sure know how to it
The difference between me and you, man, is I actually sell
I'm taking you out and ain't no turning back
The soul in Wayne Brady is right there in your--
Oh, you got patch, you took it off...
And I see you dancing on a show, it makes me sad
Little kids watch and they're like, "man, is that Nick dad?"

Brady]
Oh, that's

2: Wayne Brady]
We're both entertainers, why
We have Grammy nominations, oh, you don't, yeah, right
I like first single, I do admit
When I heard this dude singl, I said, "Yeah, that's shit"
And I meant what I said, ain't some shit?
I heard you to golf, you should've stuck with it
When said my name, you know you should'a hid, man
You could do all the things that I did, man
In your life, never the kid, man
You wanna be Keith Urban, bitch, you more Nicole

[Wayne sets the mic]

Owen]
Oh, you better pick it back up. You're gonna need it, man.

[Round 3: Owen]
Well, Wayne Brady, man, I ain't gotta take
You recorded hundreds of songs, bitch, ya never had a hit
I see you on TV, I wanna change the channel stat
You're a Jeff Dunham puppet, bringing boring comedy back
Man, I've been known to improv and you into magic
So here's a for you, Wayne, bitch, walk into traffic
And all the shit sayin', man, it sounds so crazy
You think you're "Wayne Brady, bitch," you're a bitch, Brady

Brady]
That is true. is true. That is true. Hey, Josh. Josh, give me something like a

[Beatboxer Josh Silverstein matches Wayne's

[Wayne
Put your in the air. Now put your hands in the air. Hey

3: Wayne Brady]
My collects, check my mind jumps hurdles
You're too for NASCAR, and they drive 'round in circles
I tour the world doing musical
You play at Walmart, after party at a Bennigan's
I was getting Emmys while you in a Chevy
With a hemi in the of a Denny's, singing for pennies
This TV and reality, which is
Tell me, does Wayne have to choke a country-music bitch?