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

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