🎵 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,  life is amazin'
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice as we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for the  possible way out.
 Day in and day out, you run into a closed road.  into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What  don't know is that it belongs to a fool.
 Choosing wants over  singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens when you barely know  person,
 and that is the difference between a pharaoh  a servant.
 I choose to  no man but serve mankind,
 at the  time avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
  step in it and you blow up,
 you exit or you grow  or get locked up.
  pigs catch ya eating donuts.
 But I'd rather rhyme bars  sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain this  bright star.
  have no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls  the maze and run through the finish line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when  flippin' through the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high definition  and white.
 Is  digital, analog, wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing  and the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
  coast ettiquite, west coast slang.
 Peace we'll never get if shit don't 
 Do you play with the  or go independent?
 Gotta  paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
  sex, greed, addictions. What's next?
 Need directions.  nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in my sorrow for  hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep  of the days that take us from place to place.
  and face-to-face.
 Too many choices, possibilities, indecision  killing me.
  if you lend a helping hand, then I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the 
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E,  control.
 
 M-A-P  Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through  magazines, cop a swag or lean.
 When nothing's  'smooth', rub a little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either  or confine your Columbine thirst. Cuz you wanna fit in...
  find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna be a catch.
 Catch-22,  the flu, catchphrase.
  any means necessary in this rat's maze.
 It's a black  muddle, a rainy day puddle...
 life is gonna wet ya, get ya  a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive, a huddle nine  five with no quarterback.
 Change?  won't even get a quarter back.
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now for your  pills.
 Chill, but still worry...  bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your homie, it's  u down'.
 
 
 Life is like  maze... when I'm flippin' through the pages.