Learn Portuguese With Filipe Ret with these 10 Song Recommendations (Full Translations Included!)

Filipe Ret
LF Content Team | Updated on 2 February 2023
Learning Portuguese with Filipe Ret's music is fun, engaging, and includes a cultural aspect that is often missing from other language learning methods. It is also great way to supplement your learning and stay motivated to keep learning Portuguese!
Below are 10 song recommendations by Filipe Ret to get you started! Alongside each recommendation, you will find a snippet of the lyric translations with links to the full lyric translations and lessons for each of the songs!
CONTENTS SUMMARY
Melhor Vibe (Best Vibe)
Ret
O vício em mim, a polícia em mim
Meu barco andando mais que notícia ruim
É, atraindo din', 'nóis' é tipo assim
Ret
Addiction in me, the cops on me
My boat moving faster than bad news
Yeah, pulling in cash, we're just like that

Crank up the stereo, roll down the windows, and let the bass shake the streets – that is the spirit of “Melhor Vibe.” Filipe Ret teams up with Ryan SP, Caio Luccas, and Chefin to celebrate a newfound lifestyle where fast cars, loud music, and good smoke drown out old worries. The hook repeats like a mantra: play it loud, forget the crises, enjoy the best vibe, and keep the people you love right beside you. It is an anthem for anyone who has ever wanted to speed away from bad news and ride into the night with pockets full of cash and a heart full of possibility.

Beneath the party glow, the song tells a tougher story. Each verse flashes back to life in the favela: police on your back, empty fridges, and friends trading lunch for dinner. Success has arrived, but temptation, distrust, and street rules never disappear. The artists flex their riches and resilience while thanking God for guidance, showing that faith and hustle can share the same breath. “Melhor Vibe” is a toast to survival – a reminder that even when your past is heavy, the future can still feel light if you keep your entourage close, your windows open, and your soundtrack loud.

Poesia Acústica #12 - Pra Sempre (Acoustic Poetry #12 - Forever)
(Salve Malak
Vamo'bora, mano, yo, yo
Poesia, yeah, yeah, yeah, Ret)
Ela me inspirou fazer rap com violão
(Sup, Malak
Let's bounce, bro, yo, yo
Poetry, yeah, yeah, yeah, Ret)
She inspired me to rap with a guitar

“Poesia Acústica #12 – Pra Sempre” is a vibrant mash-up of voices, feelings, and streetwise poetry that celebrates love in its most spontaneous, uninhibited form. Each rapper and singer jumps in like a new chapter of the same romance, mixing cheeky flirtation with declarations of forever. Mansions, beaches, late-night drives, stand-up shows, and wild parties all become colorful backdrops for one simple idea: when the chemistry is right, you want the moment – and the person – to last for all time.

Behind the playful bragging and sensual imagery lies a message of confidence and mutual respect. The artists toast to the grind that got them out of the favelas, but they also promise loyalty, tenderness, and partnership. The track swings between carefree fun and genuine emotion, reminding listeners that true success is measured not only in money or fame, but in the ability to share joy, passion, and dreams with someone special, hoje e pra sempre.

Ritmo Do Crime (Rhythm Of Crime)
Lambo no porte, Glock sem porte
O lucro me move
Ritmo do crime, ritmo do trap
Pega o isqueiro, acende, puxa e passa a bola
Lambo on deck, Glock no permit
Profit moves me
Crime rhythm, trap rhythm
Grab the lighter, light it, hit it, pass the bowl

“Ritmo Do Crime” plunges listeners into a neon-lit night where luxury cars roar at the curb, diamonds flash in club lights, and the beat of trap music pumps like an adrenaline rush. Filipe Ret and Ludmilla paint a cinematic picture of fast money and forbidden thrills, celebrating how music — the ritmo that once broke them free from the streets — now bankrolls Lamborghinis, designer brands, and tropical getaways. Amid gritty references to contraband and Glock pistols, they flaunt the power that success brings, relishing secret romances and after-party chaos while guarding their hustle with strict sigilo (secrecy).

Beneath the swagger, the chorus repeats a simple motive: “O lucro me move” — profit moves me. The song balances raw street roots with glossy triumph, showing that talent and hustle, not mere luck, opened doors to a life where danger, passion, and wealth dance in tandem. It is an anthem for anyone who has flipped adversity into ambition, using rhythm as both a refuge and a catapult into a high-octane, rule-breaking paradise.

Corte Americano (American Cut)
(Bigodin' finin', cabelin' na régua
Jogadão pelo Manguinho, DJ Chris Beats
Ret)
Lupa nova de carro do ano
(Thin 'stache, hair razor-sharp
Laid out in Manguinho, DJ Chris Beats
Ret)
Fresh shades, brand-new car

Sleek fade, razor-sharp lines, and a thin mustache—that classic corte americano look is the badge of confidence Filipe Ret, L7NNON, and Chris Beats Zn wear while cruising through Rio’s sizzling summer. Over a pulsing beat, they paint vivid scenes of Audis roaring down the avenue, gold chains catching the sunlight, and Flamengo jerseys treated as sacred mantles. The track feels like a convertible ride from Manguinhos to Lapa, where every traffic light is an invitation to celebrate style, flirtation, and the thrill of success.

Beneath the swagger, the lyrics salute loyalty and perseverance. The artists toast to ten years of mastery, profits earned “o dia inteiro,” and a crew that is family first. By shouting out their neighborhoods, they remind listeners that growth never erases roots. Like good wine, they claim to get better with time, turning street smarts into luxury without forgetting the code: respect, hustle, and pride in where you come from. Corte Americano is both a victory lap and a motivational anthem, urging you to sharpen your look, back your people, and keep leveling up.

War
Vou construir o melhor castelo empilhando o meus paco
Pra mim o mínimo do mínimo é dar meu máximo
Nasci com o deus da guerra no meu corpo evocado
O desejo de ser feliz é a meta dos fracos
I'll build the best castle stacking my stacks
For me the bare minimum is giving my max
I was born with the god of war summoned in my body
The wish to be happy is the goal of the weak

War throws us straight into Filipe Ret’s personal battlefield, where every victory is paid for in sweat, smoke, and swagger. From the very first lines he stacks money like bricks to build his own castle, declaring that “the bare minimum is giving my maximum.” Ret paints himself as a modern gladiator blessed – or cursed – with the god of war living in his veins. Happiness is dismissed as a goal for the weak; instead, he chases power, self-reliance, and the thrill of combat. Between flexes about passive income and green buds, he reminds us that faith in yourself is the only real safety net.

The chorus pounds home the brutal truth: “Wars don’t end; they exist until we die.” In Ret’s world the lines blur between music and gunfire, love and violence, compassion and mockery. He fires shots first, hands out Band-Aids later, calling this twisted tenderness. Beneath the bravado lies a stark message for anyone hustling in an unforgiving city – the struggle never really stops, so you might as well own your fight, sharpen your edge, and keep marching to your own relentless beat.

Tudo Nosso (All Ours)
Falador fala nós calado ganha
Eu tenho a droga que te deixa na onda
Na minha cama é tudo nosso
Eu sei que tu gosta de ser minha piranha
Talkers talk, we silent win
I got the drug that puts you on a wave
In my bed it's all ours
I know you like being my sl*t

Tudo Nosso is a bold celebration of desire, power, and the come-up. Filipe Ret raps about turning street smarts into fortune, keeping critics quiet while he and his partner live large. Luxury cars, Miami mansions, and stacks of cash paint the backdrop, but the real spotlight is on the electric chemistry between the couple. In Ret’s bedroom, “everything is ours,” meaning the rules, the pleasure, and the freedom to indulge without apology.

Enter Anitta, who doubles down on the swagger. She flips the script, owning her sexuality and her success with the same fearless energy. From commanding respect at the club to showing off millionaire moves, she proves that confidence—and a sharp business mind—are the ultimate status symbols. Together, the two artists turn the track into an anthem of mutual lust and unstoppable ambition, where haters talk, but the quiet winners live the loudest lives.

Ilusão (Illusion)
Hoje me sinto inspirado, sou um homem de sorte
Voando mais alto, ficando mais forte
Note que todo menino é um rei
Hoje eu sei, eu estourei um malote
Today I feel inspired, I'm a lucky man
Flying higher, getting stronger
Notice that every boy is a king
Today I know I blew a stash

Ilusão feels like a nighttime drive through neon streets, where Filipe Ret celebrates the rush of success while questioning what is truly real. Over pounding beats he paints himself as a lucky king in a fast car, cash in hand, lover at his side, and Madonna on the radio. Every flashing color and roaring engine represents ambition, self-belief, and the thrill of turning dreams into palpable victories.

Yet beneath the swagger lies a reflective core. Ret admits that “tudo é uma ilusão”—everything might be an illusion—so the only logical response is to live exactly as you want. The song balances confidence with philosophy: chase goals, fight depression, build your own system, but never forget that life and death share the same road. In the end the message is simple and bold: if reality is uncertain, make your story so vivid that it outshines the illusion.

Estilo Livre (Free Style)
Há 27 anos errando, sem desconto
Comigo é preto no branco, eu 'tô no ponto
Na mão uma cerva, nemá
À flor da pele pra beijar e atirar, tey-tey-tey, eu 'tô pronto
27 years making mistakes, no discount
With me it's black and white, I'm on point
In hand a beer, yeah
On edge to kiss and shoot, tey-tey-tey, I'm ready

Filipe Ret’s Estilo Livre feels like an open-air diary, shouted from the rooftops of Rio. Over a gritty boom-bap beat, the rapper toasts to friends, family, and home city pride while admitting the flaws and vices that color his everyday life. He celebrates 27 years of mistakes, ice-cold beers in hand, and joints that spark both creativity and controversy. By putting “black on white” truth in his lyrics, Ret asserts total authenticity: he is immune to past pain, loyal to his crew, and forever ready to spit bars that mix street wisdom with philosophical jabs at shallow thinking.

Beneath the bravado, the song carries a rebellious manifesto: question easy answers, think beyond limits, and keep ambition wider than the world itself. Ret mocks weak rap and “cheap victories,” insisting that real art comes from instinct and fearless intelligence. When he shouts “Estilo livre vivaz” (lively free style), it is both a rallying cry and a personal motto, urging listeners to raise their hands, embrace risk, and live with raw, unapologetic freedom.

Neurótico De Guerra (War's Neurotic)
Tudubom
Toca do cartel, Mãolee no beat
Eis o Ret aceso, irmão
Na luz da perdição, me encontro e pago o preço
Alright
Cartel den, Mãolee on the beat
Here’s Ret lit, bro
In perdition’s light, I find myself and pay the price

“Neurótico De Guerra” is Filipe Ret’s explosive self-portrait of a rapper who feels like a soldier on an urban battlefield. Over thundering beats, he boasts about lyrical firepower, lights up joints, and charges through the streets of Rio (or any concrete jungle) determined to win glory before anyone else. Every bar is a bullet, every rhyme a mission, and he warns that if the world does not understand you, you must hit harder until it listens.

Beneath the swagger lies a manifesto of restless ambition. Ret rejects comfort, masks, and lazy thinking, claiming that real victory belongs to those who act instead of merely dream. Faith without hustle is useless, silence can speak louder than words, and you either intimidate the world or get crushed by it. He calls himself “one more war neurotic,” yet invites a lover’s healing touch, reminding us that even the fiercest warriors crave connection. The result is a raw, adrenaline-charged anthem that mixes danger, philosophy, and romance into one unforgettable ride.

Melhor Agora (Better Now)
RET
Socando feito Ali, rimando feito Ret
Sem se iludir com nenhum vício que o mundo oferece
Quem compõe é o santo, eu só gravei, até eu
RET
Punching like Ali, rhyming like Ret
Without being deceived by any vice that the world offers
The one composing is the saint, I just recorded, even me

Melhor Agora is Filipe Ret’s victory lap, a raw hip-hop confession that traces his journey from street struggles to sky-high aspirations. He compares his punchlines to Muhammad Ali’s punches, showing that every rhyme is a calculated swing against poverty, vice, and the crumbs society once offered him. The rapper refuses to be dazzled by fleeting temptations or empty praise; instead, he keeps his focus on endless meetings, bold decisions, and the quiet determination that only “minds brilhantes” can understand. By dropping his Glock and embracing peace, Ret signals that true power comes from discipline, self-belief, and the courage to outwork every so-called “malandro” chasing quick cash.

The chorus flips the mood from gritty hustle to triumphant celebration. “Tô melhor agora” becomes a mantra of self-love and gratitude: he’s no longer stuck in the mud, he finally “has what he never had,” and he urges listeners to love the life they live. Underneath the bravado lies a vivid reminder that everyone’s story is dramatic up close, but resilience and ambition can turn any past into a brighter present. Filipe Ret’s message is simple yet uplifting: stay sharp, dodge illusions, and celebrate every hard-earned step toward a life you truly want.

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