🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Maze (ft. Dumbfoundead & MYK) - Epik High

 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose 
 
 M-A-Z-E, my life is 
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice as we're lost  the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and  out, you run into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that it belongs to a 
 Choosing wants over needs,  songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens when you  know the person,
  that is the difference between a pharaoh and a servant.
 I choose to serve no  but serve mankind,
 at the same  avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
 You step in it  you blow up,
 you  or you grow up, or get locked up.
 The pigs catch  eating donuts.
 But I'd rather rhyme  than sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain  shining bright star.
  have no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of the maze and run through the  line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin'  the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high definition black  white.
 Is it digital, analog, wack or 
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes on. It's the facts  life.
 East coast ettiquite,  coast slang.
 Peace we'll never get if shit don't 
 Do you  with the majors or go independent?
 Gotta stay paid but I'm broke like  peasant.
 Love, sex, greed, addictions. What's 
 Need directions. There's  left to follow.
 Wallow in  sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days  take us from place to place.
  and face-to-face.
 Too many choices, possibilities, indecision  killing me.
 And if you lend a helping hand,  I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through  pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
  T-H-E Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip  fashion magazines, cop a swag or lean.
 When nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub a little 
 Do an  offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine thirst. Cuz you wanna fit in...
 and find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna be  catch.
 Catch-22, catch the flu, 
 By any means necessary in  rat's maze.
 It's a  haze muddle, a rainy day puddle...
  is gonna wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive, a huddle nine to  with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't even  a quarter back.
 It's a  fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now for your reality pills.
 Chill, but still  a bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like  homie, it's 'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when I'm flippin' through the