🎵 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' for the easiest possible way 
 Day in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning into old folk,  after rose gold.
 What  don't know is that it belongs to a fool.
 Choosing wants over  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 man but serve 
 at the same time  all of Earth's landmines.
 You  in it and you blow up,
 you exit  you grow up, or get locked up.
 The  catch ya eating donuts.
 But I'd rather rhyme bars than sit  bars.
 How  a prison cell contain this shining bright star.
 They have no idea what I could  in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of the maze and run  the finish line.
 
 Life is like  maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high definition black and 
 Is it digital, analog, wack or 
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes  It's the facts of life.
 East  ettiquite, west coast slang.
 Peace we'll  get if shit don't change.
 Do you play with the majors or go 
 Gotta  paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
 Love, sex, greed,  What's next?
 Need  There's nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in  sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that take us from  to place.
 Awaken and 
  many choices, possibilities, indecision is killing me.
 And if you lend a helping hand, then  will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a  I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul,  lose control.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E 
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion magazines, cop a swag  lean.
 When nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub a little 
 Do an online,  frontline search. Either quench or confine 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 the flu, 
 By any means necessary in this  maze.
 It's a black haze muddle, a rainy  puddle...
 life  gonna wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive, a  nine to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't even get  quarter back.
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now for your reality 
 Chill,  still worry... a bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your homie, it's  u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when I'm flippin'  the pages.