Luyện nghe bài hát Wayne Brady vs. Jake Owen

[Jake
Give me a

[Round 1: Owen]
Wayne does it all, such talent is
He can do absolutely anything, except 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 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 Hart

Brady]
go

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

Owen]
Right. Josh, me back that beat

Brady]
And some rhythm, you're at it

Owen]
You guys ready for this?

[Round 2: Owen]
Well you're a nerd, man, way easy to beat
block are you repping, Wayne, Sesame Street?
An career, now you sure know how to pick it
The difference between me and you, man, is I actually tickets
I'm you out and there ain't no turning back
The only 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
Little kids and they're like, "man, is that Nick Cannon's dad?"

[Wayne
Oh, that's

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

sets down the mic]

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

[Round 3: Owen]
Well, Wayne Brady, man, I ain't gotta take
You recorded hundreds of songs, bitch, ya ain't had a hit
When I see you on TV, I wanna the channel stat
You're like a Jeff Dunham puppet, bringing boring back
Man, I've been known to improv and turn you into
So here's a for you, Wayne, bitch, walk 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
That is true. That is true. That is true. Hey, Josh. Josh, me something 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 jumps
You're too dumb for NASCAR, and drive 'round in circles
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
a hemi in the back of a Denny's, singing for pennies
This TV and reality, which is
Tell me, does Wayne Brady have to a country-music bitch?