Luyện nghe bài hát Wayne Brady vs. Jake Owen

[Jake
me a beat

[Round 1: Owen]
Wayne does it all, such is rare
He can do absolutely anything, except keep his
Or a on-air, you're a walking toolbox
You make white folks more comfortable than a of Birkenstocks
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 can't ever be is as famous as Kevin

Brady]
go

[Round 1: Brady]
Battle a star? I was down with that
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, achy-breaky 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, grow my hair back when you learn how to sing

[Jake
Right. Josh, bring me back beat

[Wayne
And some rhythm, while at it

Owen]
You guys for this? Alright

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

[Wayne
Oh, awesome

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

sets down 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 gotta this
You recorded hundreds of songs, bitch, ya ain't had a hit
I see you on TV, I wanna change the channel stat
You're like a Dunham puppet, bringing boring comedy back
Man, I've been to improv and turn you into magic
So here's a suggestion for you, Wayne, bitch, 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. That is true. That is true. Hey, Josh. Josh, give me like a

Josh Silverstein matches Wayne's beat]

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

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