Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Maze (ft. Dumbfoundead & MYK)

M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose control.
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\r\nM-A-Z-E, my life is amazin'
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\r\n[Dumbfoundead's Verse]
\r\nThree blind mice as we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
\r\nDay in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
\r\nWhat they don't know is that it belongs to a fool.
\r\nChoosing wants over needs, singing songs of a mule.
\r\nCarrying their burdens when you barely know the person,
\r\nand that is the difference between a pharaoh and a servant.
\r\nI choose to serve no man but serve mankind,
\r\nat the same time avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
\r\nYou step in it and you blow up,
\r\nyou exit or you grow up, or get locked up.
\r\nThe pigs catch ya eating donuts.
\r\nBut I'd rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
\r\nHow can a prison cell contain this shining bright star.
\r\nThey have no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
\r\nBreak down the walls of the maze and run through the finish line.
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\r\nLife is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
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\r\n[Myk's Verse]
\r\nIt's high definition black and white.
\r\nIs it digital, analog, wack or tight?
\r\nIt's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
\r\nEast coast ettiquite, west coast slang.
\r\nPeace we'll never get if shit don't change.
\r\nDo you play with the majors or go independent?
\r\nGotta stay paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
\r\nLove, sex, greed, addictions. What's next?
\r\nNeed directions. There's nobody left to follow.
\r\nWallow in my sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
\r\nLife is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that take us from place to place.
\r\nAwaken and face-to-face.
\r\nToo many choices, possibilities, indecision is killing me.
\r\nAnd if you lend a helping hand, then I will follow willingly.
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\r\nLife is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
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\r\nM-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose control.
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\r\nM-A-P T-H-E Soul
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\r\n[Tablo's Verse]
\r\nFlip through fashion magazines, cop a swag or lean.
\r\nWhen nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub a little vaseline.
\r\nDo an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine thirst. Cuz you wanna fit in...
\r\nand find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna be a catch.
\r\nCatch-22, catch the flu, catchphrase.
\r\nBy any means necessary in this rat's maze.
\r\nIt's a black haze muddle, a rainy day puddle...
\r\nlife is gonna wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
\r\nA struggle to survive, a huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
\r\nChange? You won't even get a quarter back.
\r\nIt's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now for your reality pills.
\r\nChill, but still worry... a bug's goin' around.
\r\nCuz life is like your homie, it's 'holdin' u down'.
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\r\nLife is like a maze... when I'm flippin' through the pages.