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

  T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-Z-E, my life is 
 
 [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  into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that it belongs to  fool.
 Choosing wants  needs, singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens when you barely know the 
 and that is the difference between a pharaoh and  servant.
 I choose to serve no  but serve mankind,
 at the same  avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
 You step in  and you blow up,
 you exit or you grow up, or get locked 
 The pigs  ya eating donuts.
  I'd rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain this shining  star.
 They have  idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of the maze  run through the finish line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the 
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's  definition black and white.
 Is it digital,  wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the  goes on. It's the facts of life.
 East coast ettiquite, west  slang.
 Peace  never get if shit don't change.
 Do you  with the majors or go independent?
 Gotta stay paid but I'm broke  a peasant.
 Love, sex, greed,  What's next?
  directions. There's nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in my sorrow for  hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days  take us from place to place.
 Awaken and 
 Too many choices,  indecision is killing me.
 And if you lend a helping hand, then I  follow willingly.
 
 Life is  a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
  T-H-E 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' 'smooth', rub  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  heart in flames. You wanna be a catch.
 Catch-22,  the flu, catchphrase.
 By any  necessary in this rat's maze.
 It's a black haze muddle,  rainy day puddle...
  is gonna wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
 A  to survive, a huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't  get a quarter back.
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your  now for your reality pills.
 Chill, but still worry... a  goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your  it's 'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like  maze... when I'm flippin' through the pages.