Piso 13 Lyrics – Cris MJ | from “Las Filtradas”

Cris MJ’s LAS FILTRADAS crashes the holiday playlist like a reggaeton raid on a quiet Christmas Eve, out today via SONAR LLC, and “Piso 13” is that steamy elevator ride to the penthouse—where promises get sealed with a sunrise and a whole lot of heat.

This cut, track 13 on the 18-song sprawl, is Cris at his smoothest: trap-infused reggaeton with those slinky dembow rhythms and glossy synths courtesy of producers ATM Yamil and Yungn9in, making every “En el 13” hook beg for a replay. It’s all about that intoxicating pull—whisking your ride-or-die to Provenza’s luxe spots, no complexes, just raw chemistry and a vow that sticks like morning-after sheets.

Thematically, it’s Cris unpacking desire’s double edge: the thrill of elevation (“Hay niveles de niveles”), blue-label nights turning sinful, and that nagging fear of time slipping without her by your side. No features here, but it vibes like a sequel to his solo flexes, blending street poetry with bedroom confessions that feel ripped from a late-night DM thread. Dropped as part of the album’s surprise midnight rollout, Cris teased snippets on his Insta last week, captioning one “Pa’ que sepa’” with a wink—fans flooded the comments, turning it into a viral thirst trap before the clock struck twelve.

LAS FILTRADAS lives up to its name, a cheeky nod to those “leaked” demos that haunted TikTok for months, now polished into Cris’s most unfiltered tape yet. It’s a party manifesto—18 tracks of trap-reggaeton fire, from the bubbly “Botellita de Champagne” to collabs like “Hoy Te Toca” with FloyyMenor, “Subieron Las Ventas” alongside Bryant Myers, and gritty cuts “Flaite” ft. Panda Black. Clocking in at about an hour, the concept’s pure reclamation: turning whispers into roars, with beats from ProdKief and Reelian keeping the energy relentless. No overthought narrative, just Cris stacking vibes for the escapade crowd, proving he’s the Chilean hitmaker who turns filtradas into platinum blueprints.

At 24, Cris is owning the Latin wave post-Apocalipsis’s June domination and that Gata Only plaque still gleaming from ’24’s top spot. The Medellín transplant’s evolved from underground cyphers to global stages—sold-out Latin billboards, Coachella whispers, and a tour extension into ’26 that’s already chaos. This drop? It’s his gift to the game, ditching the filter for that authentic grit, reminding us why he’s the sound you can’t mute.