Somebody HAS done some kind of reggaeton remake of "Feel Like Making Love". And it is even worse than you can imagine.
I hate my neighbors.
(Note time of post. This shit is still blaring.)
Update: it finally stopped at 3:40. I don't care if it makes me an old lady, I don't care if it was Saturday, they are assholes. The "yards" around here are garden-sized and no amount of pretending you're P. fucking Diddy in the Hamptons will change the fact that your speakers are three feet from somebody else's bedroom.