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

 M-A-P T-H-E  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
  my life is amazin'
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice as we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for  easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out,  run into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that  belongs to a fool.
 Choosing wants over  singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens  you barely know the person,
 and that is the  between a pharaoh and a servant.
 I choose to serve no man but serve 
 at the same time avoiding all of Earth's 
 You step in it and  blow up,
 you exit or you grow up,  get locked up.
 The pigs catch ya eating 
 But I'd rather rhyme bars  sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain this  bright star.
 They have no idea what I could  in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of  maze and run through 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,  or tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes on. It's  facts of life.
 East coast ettiquite, west  slang.
  we'll never get if shit don't change.
 Do you play with the majors  go independent?
  stay paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
  sex, greed, addictions. What's next?
 Need  There's nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in my sorrow for a hollow 
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that take us from  to place.
 Awaken  face-to-face.
 Too many choices, possibilities,  is killing me.
 And if you lend  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,  lose control.
 
 M-A-P  Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion  cop a swag or lean.
 When  goin' 'smooth', rub a little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine  Cuz you wanna fit in...
 and find a  'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna be a catch.
 Catch-22, catch  flu, catchphrase.
 By any means necessary  this rat's maze.
 It's a black haze muddle,  rainy day puddle...
 life  gonna wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive, a huddle  to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't even get a  back.
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call  doctor now for your reality pills.
  but still worry... a bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your homie,  'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when  flippin' through the pages.