"When I first listened to ‘Reina Sin Corona’, I didn’t just hear a song. I felt it under my skin." There is a kind of electricity in Ximena’s voice that doesn’t scream — it insists. It reminds you of pain you’ve buried and the power you forgot you had. The rhythm pulses like a heartbeat that’s been bruised, but never stopped. She sings like a woman who has been on the floor, mascara ruined, pride shattered — and who still showed up to dance. The production is crisp, but never cold. Latin drums, subtle synths, and a melody that knows how to flirt with fire. There’s a heat in the silence between lines. And when the chorus hits? It’s not just catchy — it claims something. "Reinas no lloran, reinas gobiernan." It’s not just a lyric. It’s a declaration. This isn’t reggaeton for the club. This is reggaeton for the woman watching her reflection at 2:00 a.m. and saying, “Je mérite mieux.” — I deserve better. Merci, Ximena. You didn’t just sing for yourself. You sang for all of us.
