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

 M-A-P  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 run into a closed road. Turning into  folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that it belongs to a 
 Choosing wants  needs, singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens when you barely  the person,
 and that is the difference between  pharaoh and a servant.
 I choose to serve no man but serve 
 at the same  avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
 You step in  and you blow up,
 you exit or you grow up, or  locked up.
 The pigs catch ya eating 
 But I'd rather  bars than sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain this  bright star.
 They have no idea what I  do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls  the maze and run through the finish line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the 
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high  black and white.
 Is  digital, analog, wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing  and the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
 East coast ettiquite,  coast slang.
 Peace we'll never get if shit  change.
 Do you play with the majors or go 
  stay paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
 Love, sex, greed,  What's next?
 Need directions. There's  left to follow.
 Wallow in  sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that  us from place to place.
 Awaken  face-to-face.
  many choices, possibilities, indecision is killing me.
 And if you lend a  hand, then I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through  pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul,  lose control.
 
  T-H-E Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion magazines, cop  swag or lean.
 When nothing's goin' 'smooth',  a little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or  your Columbine thirst. Cuz you wanna fit in...
 and find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames.  wanna be a catch.
 Catch-22, catch  flu, catchphrase.
  any means necessary in this rat's maze.
  a black haze muddle, a rainy day puddle...
 life is gonna wet ya, get ya in a 
 A struggle to survive, a huddle nine  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  worry... a bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life  like your homie, it's 'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a  when I'm flippin' through the pages.