🎵 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  route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning into old  chasing after rose gold.
  they don't know is that it belongs to a fool.
 Choosing wants over needs, singing songs of a 
 Carrying  burdens when you barely know the person,
 and that is the difference between a  and a servant.
 I choose to serve no man but serve 
 at the same  avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
 You step in it  you blow up,
 you exit  you grow up, or get locked up.
 The pigs catch  eating donuts.
  I'd rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain  shining bright star.
 They  no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break  the walls of the maze and run through the finish line.
 
 Life is  a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high definition black  white.
  it digital, analog, wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing  and the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
  coast 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,  addictions. What's next?
 Need directions.  nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in my  for a hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that take us from  to place.
 Awaken  face-to-face.
  many choices, possibilities, indecision is killing me.
 And if you lend a helping hand, then  will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like  maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
  T-H-E Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through  magazines, cop a swag or lean.
 When nothing's  'smooth', rub a little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline search.  quench or confine your Columbine thirst. Cuz you wanna fit in...
 and find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna  a catch.
 Catch-22, catch the flu, 
 By any means necessary in this  maze.
 It's  black haze muddle, a rainy day puddle...
 life is gonna wet ya, get ya in a 
 A  to survive, a huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't even get a  back.
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now  your reality pills.
 Chill, but  worry... a bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your homie, it's 'holdin'  down'.
 
 
  is like a maze... when I'm flippin' through the pages.