Estoy en el Concierto de Bad Bunny

If you spotted me at Oracle Arena Sunday night, then you would've thought I've been a fan of Bad Bunny since the very start of his career. Truth is, I just found out who Bad Bunny is about two weeks ago. After I agreed to attend his concert with my girl Gena, I decided I should probably find out who he is. I took a break from my usual Instagram stalking and directed my energy to YouTube to study all things Bad Bunny.

In the midst of my accelerated course, I learned my favorite verse on Cardi B's I Like It, is actually Bad Bunny. Turns out I've heard other songs he's been featured on such as, Te Bote and Dura.

If you have no idea who Bad Bunny is, it's okay, I got you! Bad Bunny is a Latin trap reggaeton artist from San Juan, Puerto Rico. His music is amazing! I cant speak to his lyricism as I am not fluent in Spanish. Okay, so I'm not even at novice level, meaning besides general greetings, no hablo Espanol. Even though I'm unaware of what is being said his music, his songs move my soul. My favorite song of his is most definitely hands down Soy Peor. I also love Chambea and Estamos Bien.

Bad bunny has a unique, quirky, edgy style. He's known for wearing bold prints, bright colors, and his signature, small frame sunglasses. For his concert Sunday night you know Gena and I had to come with it. We incorporated our individual styles to channel our inner Bad Bunny.

I think its safe to say Gena killed it! Yassss Mama!

The concert was lit! This man knows how to put on a show! If the La Nueva Religion tour hasn't passed up your city yet, I strongly suggest that you get your coins together and purchase a ticket. It is worth every cent.

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