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

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