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

 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose 
 
  my life is amazin'
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice as we're lost in the maze route, lookin'  the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning  old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that it belongs to a 
 Choosing wants over  singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying  burdens when you barely know the person,
 and that is the difference between a  and a servant.
 I choose to serve no  but serve mankind,
 at the same time avoiding all of  landmines.
 You step in  and you blow up,
 you exit or you grow up,  get locked up.
 The pigs catch ya  donuts.
 But I'd rather rhyme bars than  behind bars.
 How can  prison cell contain this shining bright star.
 They have no idea  I could do in a minute's time.
  down the walls of the maze and run through the finish line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin'  the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's  definition black and white.
 Is it digital,  wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes on. It's the  of 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  a peasant.
  sex, greed, addictions. What's next?
 Need directions. There's nobody left  follow.
 Wallow in my sorrow for a  tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that  us from place to place.
 Awaken  face-to-face.
 Too  choices, possibilities, indecision is killing me.
  if you lend a helping hand, then I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a  I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 M-A-P  Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E 
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion magazines, cop  swag or lean.
 When nothing's goin'  rub a little vaseline.
 Do  online, 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 a 
 Catch-22, catch the flu, 
 By any  necessary in this rat's maze.
 It's  black haze muddle, a rainy day puddle...
 life is gonna wet  get ya in a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive, a huddle nine to five with  quarterback.
 Change? You won't even get a quarter 
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now  your reality pills.
 Chill,  still worry... a bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your homie, it's  u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when  flippin' through the pages.