Ta Llamándome Lyrics – Cris MJ | from “Las Filtradas”

Cris MJ’s LAS FILTRADAS just crashed the holiday playlist like a leaked DM at midnight, freshly unleashed December 25 via Sonar LLC, and Ta Llamándome is that late-night booty call you can’t ignore—Reelian’s production turning every bar into a slow-burn invitation.

This track 11 heater is Cris at his smoothest sleaze: reggaeton riddims that slink like silk sheets, with those percolating percs and bass throbs syncing to his half-whispered come-ons. It’s urban Latin trap laced with flirty menace—think McLaren doors flipping open as metaphors for spreading legs, diamonds over Pandora as the ultimate flex.

Thematically, it’s all electric tension: her calling for that raw connect (“Tá llamándome pa’ que yo le dé”), trusting the vibe to end in self-love, no strings but plenty of sparks in the dark. No features stealing shine here; it’s Cris owning the narrative, blending maleanteo bravado with that bandida-for-life loyalty, all over Reelian’s glossy, motel-ready beats that scream after-3 a.m. escapades. Fans were already dissecting snippets on TikTok pre-drop, turning the chorus (“¿Qué tú quiere’, ma? ¿Que te ponga bellaca?”) into thirst traps that racked millions overnight.

LAS FILTRADAS lives up to its name—a cheeky 18-track vault raid of those “leaked” fan holy grails, polished into a party manifesto that flips anticipation into anthems. No grand concept beyond reclaiming the chaos: it’s Cris curating the underground buzz he’s built since his Santiago streets, stacking bangers like “Pensando Brigido” openers with collab fire—FloyyMenor on “Hoy Te Toca,” Bryant Myers closing “Subieron Las Ventas,” Panda Black and Nes On The Shet tagging in for that cross-border grit. Clocking around 55 minutes of non-stop heat, it’s less a linear story, more a filtered frenzy of curiosity, exotics, and disco romps, proving reggaeton’s pulse doesn’t pause for leaks.

Cris is closing ’25 like the king he’s becoming, off Gata Only’s 2024 Billboard throne and Apocalipsis’s global pop-reggaeton mash that sold out arenas from Miami to Madrid. The 24-year-old Chilean phenom—who ditched factory shifts for mic flips—is evolving fast: trading raw trap edges for this seductive polish, touring whispers already buzzing for a ’26 world run. It’s him owning the glow-up, turning filtradas into forever fire.