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