Bizarrap teams up with Shakira for a fiery rap confession that turns heartbreak into a mic-dropping spectacle. Over Bizarrap’s pulsating beat, Shakira steps into the booth as a self-proclaimed “loba” (she-wolf) who refuses to be tamed by an unworthy ex. She calls him out for trading luxury for mediocrity—Ferrari for Twingo, Rolex for Casio—while flaunting her own worth and growth. The Colombian icon serves sharp metaphors, Spanish word-play, and witty jabs that double as a pep-talk for anyone who has ever felt underestimated.
The track’s core message is empowerment: women don’t cry, they cash checks. Shakira waves goodbye to tears, debt, nosy press, and meddling in-laws, proving that betrayal can spark reinvention. It is equal parts therapy session and victory lap, wrapped in Latin Hip Hop swagger. In short, “Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 53” is an anthem for reclaiming your power, dancing on the ashes of a failed love, and reminding the world that a true champion only levels up after a fall.
Peso Pluma and Bizarrap serve up a tequila-soaked break-up anthem that blends Regional Mexican swagger with modern trap gloss. The chorus is one part late-night confession, one part victory lap: our narrator can’t sleep since the relationship crashed, yet he numbs the ache by flexing diamond-studded Glocks, Patek Philippe watches, and endless champagne. Between shout-outs to Sinaloa, Los Angeles, and Instagram models, he insists he will erase his ex from his mind, even while admitting the heartbreak still keeps him wide awake.
Under the bravado lies a tug-of-war between pain and pride. Each boast about thick chains or wild parties in LA is really a shield protecting wounded feelings. By the time Peso Pluma yells “¡Fierro, a la verga!” the listener realizes the song isn’t just about luxury or corridos; it’s about using glittering distractions to outrun loneliness. The result is a bittersweet fiesta where confidence and vulnerability dance together, perfectly captured in Bizarrap’s beat and Peso Pluma’s raw vocal delivery.
Quevedo: BZRP Music Sessions #52 is a fast-paced postcard from an unforgettable night out. The lyrics paint the scene: Quevedo spots someone captivating under club lights, their lipstick shining in a champagne glass. One flirtatious look turns into hours of dancing, singing, and cruising through the city until sunrise. Between reggaeton rhythms and heart-thumping beats, he invites her to explore Buenos Aires, the Canary Islands, and every spur-of-the-moment adventure that could follow.
More than a party anthem, the song celebrates that electric chemistry when two people click instantly. Every line—whether it’s toasting bottles, sneaking away in an Uber, or promising a private “concert” for a kiss—shows how one magical night can feel endless. By dawn they are exhausted yet still craving a repeat, praying for a round two because, as Quevedo confesses, the nights without her duelen (hurt). The message is clear: hold on to the spark, dance like nobody’s watching, and chase the moments you never want to end.
Bizarrap Music Sessions, Vol. 54 drops us into a high-octane meeting of two Latin powerhouses: Argentine super-producer Bizarrap and Puerto Rican rap icon Arcángel. From the very first "Austin, baby," Arcángel boards a metaphorical private jet and never looks back. He boasts that his rhymes are a passport that needs no visa, claims his arrival can straighten the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and likens his legend to Maradona dominating the field. Every line drips with victory-lap swagger, fueled by Bizarrap’s shape-shifting beat that keeps the energy sky-high.
Beneath the flashy flexing lies a story of grind and resilience. Arcángel reminds listeners that he came from the barrio, endured a rough climb, and now performs on stages where no one even understands his language. He flaunts multi-million-dollar jewelry, boutique shopping sprees, and properties that “look like hotels,” yet he never forgets the struggle that forged him. Shakira-and-Piqué punchlines, Messi and Dybala soccer metaphors, and a sprinkle of French (“C’est la vie”) highlight his global reach and playful wordplay. In the end, the track is an unapologetic anthem of self-made success that invites listeners to celebrate confidence, perseverance, and the thrill of leveling up without ever lowering the volume.
Bizarrap Music Sessions Vol. 59 throws Mexican trailblazer Natanael Cano into the legendary BZRP booth, creating a cross-border rap that blends corridos tumbados swagger with trap-heavy beats. From the very first line, Cano paints himself endiamantado (covered in diamonds) and volado (sky-high), parading luxury cars, dry rosé, custom AR-15s, and worldwide jet getaways. The verses feel like an action-packed montage: Rafa Caro name-drops, Lil Wayne-style tattoos, Frank Sinatra charm on Buenos Aires’ 9 de Julio Avenue, and the ghost of tango icon Gardel all flash by at high speed. The message is loud and glittering – the artist has climbed to the top and he is enjoying every expensive second of it.
Beneath the bling, though, lies a gritty backstory. Cano reminds listeners of betrayals, government heat, and money burned faster than it was earned. The diamond-studded crucifix on his chest hints at faith as both protection and ornament, symbolizing how survival and excess coexist in his world. In short, Session 59 is a victory lap that celebrates hustle, resilience, and the unapologetic thrill of living recios – fast, fearless, and forever shining.
Entre Las De 20 splashes us into a whirlwind of post-break-up swagger, where Natanael Cano’s narrator brags about how far he has come since cutting ties with an ex. Surrounded by "las de veinte" (girls in their twenties), he cruises through a life of luxury brands—Burberry trench coats, Valentino dresses, fine wine—and burns money as easily as he lights up a joint. The lyrics paint a picture of someone who traded emotional investment for fast thrills, choosing designer labels and late-night parties over lingering heartache.
Yet beneath the bling and bravado we glimpse a tug-of-war between forgetting and remembering. He tells himself the ex was "una más del montón," just another face in the crowd, but her memory keeps sneaking back in the quiet moments. Bizarrap’s Argentinian beat-making and Cano’s Mexican corridos tumbados style fuse urban swagger with regional roots, turning the track into a flashy, bittersweet anthem about moving on, showing off, and wondering—behind all the flexing—if the past is really in the rear-view mirror.
Welcome to one of Bizarrap’s most explosive sessions. In this track, Puerto Rican rapper Villano Antillano grabs the mic and turns self-confidence into a firework show. Line after line she declares, “mala mía” — an ironic “sorry, not sorry” — while flaunting her flow, her body, and her island roots (Santa Rosa, Bayamón, Minillas). The lyrics are a celebration of queer power and female swagger: Villano positions herself as the boss, the top model, the vampire, even the “GOAT,” leaving haters stuck in the waiting line “but not on the list.” Pop-culture nods to Gabriela Mistral, Jennifer Aniston’s Rachel, Bratz dolls, and Rihanna tattoos paint her as a chameleon who can fit any role and still own the room.
The message? Be unapologetically bold. Villano rejects every stereotype thrown at her, flips machismo on its head, and invites listeners to do the same. She races “a to’ motor” from the Malecón, shooting verbal “balas” over Bizarrap’s pounding beat, proving that identity is a superpower and confidence is the ultimate anthem. Give it a listen and get ready to feel unstoppable.
Welcome to Bizarrap Music Sessions, Vol. 40, where Argentina’s hit-maker Bizarrap invites Puerto Rico’s own Eladio Carrión to drop a victory lap of a verse. From the very first line, Eladio spells out his hometown—H-U-M-A-C-A-O
—letting everyone know that this session is a proud shout-out to Humacao while separating himself from other big-city rappers. Over Biza’s futuristic beat, Eladio mixes witty wordplay with sports and pop-culture references, claiming he is “fly,” iced out in jewelry, and always one step ahead of the haters. The hook repeats like a chant, turning the spelling of his city into an anthem of identity and self-confidence.
Under the swagger lies a clear message: hard work and hustle never sleep. Eladio boasts about sleepless nights chasing money, comparisons to basketball legend Michael Jordan’s six rings, and a flow as flavorful as salsa legend Héctor Lavoe. He shrugs off gossip, saying he is “with God, though the devil pulls him,” highlighting the tension between temptation and ambition. In short, this track is a high-energy declaration of origin, resilience, and unapologetic success—perfect fuel for learners who want to absorb Spanish slang, crisp rhymes, and a whole lot of attitude while they practice their English skills.
Bizarrap’s Session Vol. 3 with Paco Amoroso and Axel Fiks is a swagger-packed confession about chasing thrills while trying to stay grounded in love. The verses jump from late-night bar tabs and hidden beach sunsets to big dreams of suitcases full of cash for mom. Paco boasts that he’s “more fire” than anyone in the club, yet the hook circles back to the same question: “I don’t know what I’m missing, because, mami, I have your love.” That refrain reveals the heart of the song – amid parties, shortcuts, and quick money, affection is the one thing that actually feels real.
The track is a playful tug-of-war between ambition and affection. On one side we have the fast life: blowing cash, evading responsibility, and enjoying the sudden fame that makes everyone look for him “like Wally.” On the other side sits the steady warmth of a relationship that keeps him from feeling truly empty. The beat pulses with Biza’s signature bounce, turning the internal conflict into a dance-floor anthem where listeners can celebrate success, question their own cravings, and remember that love might already be the missing piece they’re searching for.
Picture a night where the bass is thumping, the champagne is popping and the clock seems useless. In BZRP Music Sessions #52, Bizarrap teams up with Spanish rapper Quevedo to capture that electric moment when two strangers lock eyes in a club and decide the party will revolve around them. From sliding across the dance floor at 1 a.m. to watching the sunrise before crashing at 10, the lyrics celebrate an instant connection powered by reggaetón, urban glamour and a dash of Buenos Aires charm.
Beneath the playful swagger, there is a sincere craving for more than just a one-night fiesta. The narrator’s heartbeat drowns out clinking glasses, nights without her duelen — they hurt — and every memory of moves and whispers lingers long after the music fades. Promises of trips to the Canary Islands, private “concerts,” and prayers to the heavens show that this chemistry could turn into something lasting. The song is a soundtrack for anyone who has ever wished an unforgettable night could loop on repeat.
Bizarrap recruits Puerto Rican star Rauw Alejandro for a fiery late-night confession booth. Over an electronic reggaetón beat, Rauw flirts straight into the microphone, praising what his crush is wearing and what she is hiding underneath. The lyrics paint a neon-lit club scene where two people, both single and hungry for fun, decide to skip small talk and surrender to chemistry. There is no promise of rings or forever; the only plan is to “let the hours pass” while the music is loud, the beach is warm, and the vibe is reckless.
At its core, the session celebrates spontaneity, sensual freedom, and mutual consent. Rauw invites his partner to entrégate (give yourself), but he makes it clear that everything stays lighthearted and free of obligations when morning comes. Between playful word-games, shout-outs to dancing in cargo pants, and cheeky references to splashing water on the sheets, the song beams with confidence and carefree pleasure. It is a soundtrack for those nights when you live only for the moment, guided by rhythm, attraction, and the promise that nothing has to be serious unless you want it to be.
Bizarrap sets the beat, Tiago PZK grabs the mic, and suddenly we are whisked to a neon-lit night where swagger, romance, and big dreams collide. The song paints the picture of a magnetic couple sneaking off to a hidden spot, wallets thick with “verde,” paparazzi and jealous onlookers left behind. Tiago flaunts his rise from yesterday’s grind to today’s VIP life, promising lavish escapades, private hotels, and a soundtrack made for ruling the dance floor.
Yet beneath the bragging sits a playful love story. He calls her bombona—a bombshell everyone wants—but stresses that their chemistry is no accident. Locked eyes become an instant pact, and while the club lights flash, they keep their fling on the low, turning envy into fuel for the party. The result is a feel-good anthem about confidence, attraction, and living large, all delivered with Argentine flair and a beat that quite literally “partió la pista en dos.”
“Ptazeta: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 45” is a turbo-charged reggaetón / trap banger where Spanish rapper Ptazeta and Argentine producer Bizarrap team up to paint the scene of an electric night out. The lyrics orbit around a fearless, magnetic woman who steals every spotlight on the dance floor. Ptazeta marvels at her confidence, her rhythm, and her unapologetic sensuality, calling her “flow criminal” because her moves feel almost illegal. Lines about tattoos, smoke-filled rooms, and thumping bass turn the club into a cinematic playground where attraction is instant and rules are optional.
At its core the song is a celebration of empowered femininity and raw, sweaty fun. Ptazeta’s rapid-fire flow and Bizarrap’s booming beat invite listeners to drop their inhibitions, dance low, and turn the volume all the way up. It is an ode to owning your body, your swagger, and the night itself — a reminder that sometimes the most powerful statement is simply how you move to the music.
Argentinian beat wizard Bizarrap teams up with reggaetón icon Nicky Jam for a swagger-filled session where bragging rights meet party vibes. From the very first line, Nicky rides Biza’s punchy beat to remind everyone that he has spent two decades at the top of the game. Think of a soccer legend dribbling past every defender in the 1986 World Cup — that is the self-confidence on display here. The chorus celebrates how the track “dropped and sounded amazing,” how listeners instantly “fell in love,” and how Bizarrap’s studio turns any recording into an explosive hit.
Lyrically, Nicky mixes Spanish and English to flex his global reach: luxury cars, a trail of admirers from Miami to Colombia, and the status of an OG “king of the flow.” Yet he also slips in a quick life lesson: fame and fast cars are cool, but you have to “capitalize” so money never runs out. The song’s meaning is simple but powerful — it is an anthem of victory, longevity, and unbreakable confidence backed by a beat designed to make dance floors erupt. Put it on, and you will feel like you just scored the winning goal in front of a roaring stadium.
Bizarrap y Nathy Peluso irrumpen en la cabina con una mezcla explosiva de hip-hop, trap y latin swing que rebosa actitud. A lo largo de la sesión, Nathy se presenta como una fuerza de la naturaleza: sensual, ingeniosa y orgullosa de su autenticidad. Sus versos, llenos de imágenes divertidas y atrevidas, celebran su cuerpo natural, su apetito por la vida y su talento para cocinar rimas tan picantes como un buen tuco. Entre bromas sobre el desayuno continental y promesas de ‘delivery descomunal’, la artista deja claro que controla la situación, ridiculizando a quienes solo presumen por mensaje y no se atreven a enfrentarla cara a cara.
El gran tema de la letra es el poder personal. Nathy se empodera al exhibir su seguridad, poner límites y desenmascarar a los “valientes de teclado” que hablan mucho y actúan poco. Mientras Bizarrap lanza un beat enérgico, ella fusiona español e inglés para remarcar su carácter internacional y su dominio del escenario. El resultado es un himno de autoafirmación: provocador, divertido y contundente, donde cada frase reafirma que ser genuina, disfrutar del propio deseo y no temerle a la crítica es, en definitiva, la verdadera victoria.
Turn the lights of Buenos Aires into a dance-floor fairy tale. The narrator storms the club with his crew, locks eyes with a confident girl touching up her lipstick in her wine glass, and suddenly the night takes off like a rocket. From teasing dance moves to a spontaneous promise to “show you Buenos Aires,” they jump from the club to an after-party, grinding till sunrise and finally crashing at ten in the morning. The Tiësto remix pumps EDM energy into Bizarrap’s signature hip-hop/reggaetón beat, capturing that dizzy rush when music, chemistry, and city lights melt into one unforgettable blur.
But the morning after hits different. All the swagger turns into raw longing as he pleads “Quédate”—“Stay.” Memories of their poses, kisses, and whispered promises loop in his head, making every night without her feel painfully empty. He daydreams of flying her to the Canary Islands, hitting Saturday parties and Sunday church, whatever it takes to replay that perfect night. At its core, the song is a heartbeat-quick confession: after a wild, carefree fling, nothing else compares, and he’s praying to relive it all with the same girl—again and again.
Bizarrap fires up his studio and invites Puerto Rico’s Anuel AA for one gritty confession. In this session, Anuel paints a raw portrait of the caserío – the public-housing projects where he grew up. The hook “Así e’ el caserío” becomes his battle cry: this is who we are, this is how we live. He brags about NBA jerseys and twin Mercedes, yet every flex is shadowed by street reality: drug-dealing relatives, looming prison sentences and the promise to “mato y muero por los mío’” (kill and die for his people). It is equal parts pride, paranoia and unwavering loyalty.
Under Bizarrap’s pounding beat, Anuel flips between tenderness and bravado. He offers to raise a partner’s child, jokes about turning a lesbian confession into a threesome, then admits he trusts no one but himself. The verses swing from luxury to lockdown, success to survival, showing how fame never truly silences the sirens of the brea – the asphalt streets that keep him “frío.” The result is a high-octane snapshot of a man caught between the glitter of celebrity and the ghosts of the neighborhood that made him, delivered with Bizarrap’s signature studio energy.
Bizarrap’s Session 51 is a fiery meeting between Argentina’s hit-maker Bizarrap and Puerto Rico’s fearless rapper Villano Antillano. Over an electrifying beat, Villana storms in with rapid-fire wordplay, flaunting her flow, her body, and her Caribbean roots. Every “mala mía” (“my bad”) drips with sarcasm: she is not apologizing at all. Instead, she flips the phrase into a victory chant that says, If you cannot handle my power, that is your problem, not mine.
The song is a bold manifesto of self-confidence, queer pride, and artistic supremacy. Villano Antillano mixes Spanish, English, and pop-culture shout-outs (from Gabriela Mistral to Jennifer Aniston) to prove she belongs on the “top shelf.” She claims the spotlight as the main character, shrugs off haters, and invites listeners to embrace their own uniqueness with the same unapologetic energy. It is a short, sharp lesson in owning your identity and having fun while doing it.
Kinder Malo and Bizarrap pull listeners into a high-octane confession that soars above the ordinary. The mantra “Subo, subo, nunca bajo” (“I rise, I never come down”) frames the track as a nonstop ascent powered by pure vice rather than work. Vivid shout-outs to Picasso, Pablo Escobar, Hiroshima, Naruto, and Spirited Away collide over Bizarrap’s explosive beat, blending art, pop culture, and dark history into one breathless collage.
Beneath the swagger lies a raw portrait of a generation cornered by depression, poverty, and a glass-ceiling society. Kinder Malo’s imagery of empty wallets, sleepless nights, and suicidal thoughts shows how the thrill of the climb can mask deep pain. The result is a song that dances on the edge of triumph and tragedy, capturing the urge to keep rising even when every shadow feels “deprimida.”
“Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 56” pairs Bizarrap’s cutting-edge beats with Rauw Alejandro’s flirtatious lyrics to paint the soundtrack for a wild, no-strings-attached night out. The singer notices a dazzling woman, praises both her style and what lies beneath, and invites her to forget loneliness for a few hours filled with dancing, weed, beach vibes and sensual exploration. Lines like “¿Pa qué dormir solo?, si tú tas sola” and “Podemos chingar y que pasen las horas” underline the offer: share the night, live the thrill, and wake up without obligations.
Beyond its spicy imagery, the song also celebrates modern freedom: she sets her own rules, he respects the casual vibe, and together they chase pure fun over formal commitments (“por la mañana, no tiene que haber boda”). With playful wordplay, Caribbean slang, and an irresistible reggaeton groove, the track captures the heat of summer parties and the carefree spirit of behaving “mal” in the best possible way—just for the pleasure of the moment.
“Snow Tha Product: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 39” is a turbo-charged victory lap where Mexican-American rapper Snow Tha Product proudly announces, “Soy la mexicana con tremendo flow.” Over Bizarrap’s infectious beat she flips effortlessly between English and Spanish, introducing herself, hyping the party and flaunting her lyrical agility. The repeated greeting “Hola, what’s happenin’?” feels like an open door to join her confident world of late-night fun, booming bass and flashy bravado.
Beneath the club-ready vibe, Snow delivers a bold mission statement: she is here to outshine copy-cat rappers, defend her community and cash every check she deserves. Lines about haters, borrowed daddy money and fake jewelry call out the phonies, while her references to San José, Michoacán and her bilingual word-play celebrate real Latin pride. In short, this session is an anthem of self-belief, cultural representation and fearless female power wrapped inside an unstoppable, dance-floor-ready flow.
“Bzrp Music Sessions Vol. 57” finds 16-year-old Argentine prodigy Milo J stepping into Bizarrap’s famous booth to unpack the dizzying leap from neighborhood buses to global playlists. Over Biza’s shape-shifting beat, Milo looks back at how his “tarifa” (worth) soared from mil to cien mil, yet he now measures success by the bruises earned along the way. The repeated line “Hoy me voy al sol” paints a picture of someone finally stepping into the light, convinced that a higher power “llamó desde el downtown” to pull him out of the fog.
At its heart, the song is a raw diary of resilience and self-belief: Milo thanks his betrayers for sharpening his focus, celebrates that his grandmothers still breathe, and marvels at hitting a global chart before even finishing high school – all “sin tomar ni doparme.” He juggles flows, styles and concepts to prove his versatility, but the real hook is his insistence that values guard his back. In short, this session is both a victory lap and a reminder that fame feels brightest when you keep your soul warm and your feet planted in the barrio.
Paulo Londra: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 23 feels like a triumphant homecoming party set to a razor-sharp beat. After a long legal battle kept him in silence, Paulo steps back into the spotlight announcing, “I once felt lost, but today I woke up and I’m back.” The lyrics mix swagger and vulnerability: he calls out fair-weather friends, shrugs off gossiping journalists, and laughs at critics who never believed in him. Yet beneath the bragging, you hear gratitude — he knows his fans stuck around because he always stayed true to himself.
The session is also a manifesto of self-confidence. Paulo paints himself as an unlikely hero (“a chubby guy with expensive style”) who swallowed the whole scene in one bite. He mocks copycats who talk a lot but “do nothing,” reminding them that his originality is what set him apart in the first place. Ultimately, this track is a loud, infectious reminder that resilience, authenticity, and a bit of fearless ambition can turn every setback into an even bigger comeback.