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

 M-A-P T-H-E  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-Z-E, my life is 
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice  we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out,  run into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't  is that it belongs to a fool.
 Choosing wants over needs, singing songs of a 
 Carrying their  when you barely know the person,
 and that is the difference between a pharaoh and a 
  choose to serve no man but serve mankind,
 at the same time avoiding all  Earth's landmines.
 You step in it and you blow 
 you exit or  grow up, or get locked up.
 The pigs catch  eating donuts.
 But I'd rather rhyme bars than  behind bars.
 How  a prison cell contain this shining bright star.
  have no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of the maze and  through the finish line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through  pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high definition black  white.
 Is it digital, analog, wack or 
 It's stressful  sacrifice, and the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
 East coast  west coast slang.
 Peace we'll  get if shit don't change.
 Do  play 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 nobody left  follow.
 Wallow in my sorrow for  hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try  keep track of the days that take us from place to place.
  and face-to-face.
 Too  choices, 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  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-P  Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion magazines, cop a swag or 
 When nothing's  'smooth', rub a little vaseline.
  an 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  flames. You wanna be a catch.
 Catch-22, catch  flu, catchphrase.
 By any  necessary in this rat's maze.
 It's a black haze muddle, a rainy  puddle...
 life is  wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive, a  nine to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't even get a  back.
 It's a murder fact,  kills. Call your doctor now for your reality pills.
 Chill, but still worry... a bug's  around.
 Cuz life is like  homie, it's 'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when  flippin' through the pages.