Luyện nghe bài hát Wayne Brady vs. Jake Owen

[Jake
me a beat

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

[Wayne
go

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

[Jake
Right. Josh, bring me that beat

[Wayne
And some rhythm, you're at it

[Jake
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 know how to pick it
The difference me and you, man, is I actually 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 dancing on a game show, it me sad
Little kids watch and they're like, "man, is that Nick dad?"

Brady]
Oh, awesome

[Round 2: Wayne
We're entertainers, why fight?
We both have nominations, oh, you don't, yeah, right
I like your first single, I do
When I heard this dude singl, I said, "Yeah, that's shit"
And I meant what I said, ain't that shit?
I heard you used to golf, you should've with it
When they 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 Nicole Kidman

[Wayne down the mic]

[Jake
Oh, you better it back up. You're gonna need it, man. Alright

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

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

[Beatboxer Josh Silverstein matches beat]

Brady]
Put your in the air. Now put your hands in the air. Hey

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