🎵 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,  life is 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  into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What  don't know is that it belongs to a fool.
 Choosing  over needs, singing songs of a mule.
  their burdens when you barely know the person,
 and that is the difference between a pharaoh  a servant.
  choose to serve no man but serve mankind,
 at the same time avoiding all of  landmines.
 You step in it and  blow up,
 you  or you grow up, or get locked up.
 The pigs catch ya eating 
 But I'd rather rhyme bars than sit behind 
 How can  prison cell contain this shining bright star.
 They have no idea what I could do in  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  pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high definition  and white.
  it digital, analog, wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes on.  the facts of life.
 East coast ettiquite,  coast slang.
  we'll never get if shit don't change.
 Do you play with the majors  go independent?
 Gotta stay  but I'm broke like a peasant.
 Love,  greed, addictions. What's next?
  directions. There's nobody left to follow.
  in my sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to  track of the days that take us from place to place.
 Awaken and 
 Too many choices,  indecision is killing me.
 And if you lend a helping  then I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through  pages.
 
 M-A-P  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 goin' 'smooth',  a little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline  Either quench or confine your 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  catchphrase.
 By any means necessary  this rat's maze.
 It's a black haze muddle, a rainy day 
 life is gonna  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.
  but 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 flippin' through the