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

 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E,  control.
 
 M-A-Z-E, my life is 
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice as we're  in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning into old  chasing after rose gold.
 What they  know is that it belongs to a fool.
 Choosing  over needs, singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their  when you barely know the person,
 and that is the difference between a  and a servant.
 I choose to serve no man but  mankind,
 at  same time avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
 You step in it and you  up,
 you exit or you grow up,  get locked up.
 The  catch ya eating donuts.
 But I'd  rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
 How can a prison  contain this shining bright star.
 They have no idea what  could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of the maze and run  the finish line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm  through the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's  definition black and white.
  it digital, analog, wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice,  the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
 East coast ettiquite, west coast 
 Peace  never get if shit don't change.
  you play with the majors or go independent?
  stay paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
  sex, greed, addictions. What's next?
 Need directions. There's nobody left to 
  in my sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that take us  place to place.
 Awaken  face-to-face.
 Too many  possibilities, indecision is killing me.
 And if  lend a helping hand, then I will follow willingly.
 
 Life  like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E,  control.
 
 M-A-P  Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
  through fashion magazines, cop a swag or lean.
 When nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub a little 
 Do an online, offline,  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  a catch.
 Catch-22, catch  flu, catchphrase.
 By any means necessary in this  maze.
 It's a black haze muddle, a rainy day 
 life is gonna wet ya, get ya  a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive, a huddle nine to five  no quarterback.
 Change? You  even get a quarter back.
 It's a murder fact,  kills. Call your doctor now for your reality pills.
 Chill, but still worry... a bug's goin' 
 Cuz life is  your homie, it's 'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like  maze... when I'm flippin' through the pages.