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, you're a walking
You make white folks more comfortable than a pair of
Your rap's so weak, I'm to eat you for lunch
You're a ratings-killer, the weakest of the Bunch
You dance, you can sing, you can play any
But the one thing you ever be is as famous as Kevin Hart

[Wayne
go

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

Owen]
Right. Josh, bring me back that

[Wayne
And some rhythm, you're at it

[Jake
You ready for this? Alright

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

[Wayne
Oh, awesome

2: Wayne Brady]
We're both entertainers, why
We both have Grammy nominations, oh, you don't, yeah,
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 used to golf, you stuck with it
When they said my name, you 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 Nicole Kidman

[Wayne sets the mic]

[Jake
Oh, you better pick it back up. gonna need it, man. Alright

3: Jake Owen]
Well, Wayne Brady, man, I ain't take this
You recorded hundreds of songs, bitch, ya ain't had a hit
When I see you on TV, I change the channel stat
You're like a Dunham puppet, bringing boring comedy back
Man, I've known to improv and turn you into magic
So a suggestion for you, Wayne, bitch, walk into traffic
And all the you're sayin', man, it sounds so crazy
You think you're "Wayne Brady, bitch," you're a bitch, Wayne

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 hands in the air. Now put your in the air. Hey

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