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, except his hair
Or a on-air, you're a walking toolbox
You make white folks more comfortable than a pair of
rap's so weak, I'm about to eat you for lunch
You're a ratings-killer, the weakest of the Bunch
You dance, you can sing, you can any part
But the one thing you can't ever be is as famous as Kevin

Brady]
go

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

[Jake
Right. Josh, bring me back that

[Wayne
And rhythm, while you're at it

Owen]
You ready for this? Alright

[Round 2: Jake
Well a kid-friendly nerd, man, way easy to beat
block are you repping, Wayne, Sesame Street?
An awful career, now you sure how to pick it
The difference between me and you, man, is I actually tickets
I'm taking you out and there ain't no back
The only soul in 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 and they're like, "man, is that Nick Cannon's dad?"

[Wayne
Oh, that's

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

[Wayne down the mic]

Owen]
Oh, you better pick it back up. gonna need it, man. Alright

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

[Wayne
is true. That is true. That is true. Hey, Josh. Josh, give me something like a

[Beatboxer Silverstein matches Wayne's beat]

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

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