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Chrome Web StoreF*ck Overlays © Tech&CoLes "overlays" est l'un des désagréments qui survient le plus souvent lorsque l'on surfe sur Internet. Il s'agit de fenêtres qui se superposent sur le contenu que vous êtes en train de consulter (page web, vidéos, jeux vidéo...) et qui obstruent votre champ de vision.Heureusement, il existe une solution pour s'en débarrasser: F*ck Overlays. Derrière cette appellation pour le moins grivoise se cache une extension qui adjoint à votre navigateur un menu contextuel. Ce dernier permet de supprimer d'un simple clic les superpositions de fenêtres ou tout autre élément qui vous empêche de voir le contenu souhaité.Par exemple, F*ck Overlays est particulièrement utile pour les internautes qui consultent des sites qui encouragent à désactiver les bloqueurs d'annonces, via l'apparition d'une fenêtre contextuelle. F*ck Overlay est capable d'éliminer cette dernière tout en conservant actif le bloqueur de publicités.F*uck Overlays est disponible gratuitement sur le Chrome Web StoreThe Great SuspenderThe Great Suspender © Tech&CoGoogle Chrome est réputé pour consommer d'importantes quantité de RAM. Réduisez l'empreinte mémoire de votre navigateur et optimisez ses performances avec The Great Suspender. Cette extension gratuite suspend les onglets que vous n'utilisez pas dans le but de libérer des ressources pour votre ordinateur. Une solution idéale si vous avez pour habitude d'en ouvrir beaucoup d'onglets en même temps.En outre, The Great Suspender offre une expérience entièrement paramétrable. Il est ainsi possible de configurer la durée de suspension des onglets ou encore choisir de ne jamais mettre en veille ceux qui diffusent de l'audio ou ceux dont les formulaires n'ont pas été validés. Pratique.The Great Suspender est disponible gratuitement sur le Chrome Web StoreHTTPS SomewhereHTTPS Somewhere © Tech&CoQuels que soient les paramètres de confidentialité de votre navigateur, certaines de vos informations personnelles, entre autres votre localisation, le terminal que vous utilisez ou encore les publicités sur lesquelles vous cliquez, sont communiquées aux sites que vous consultez.C'est pour lutter contre cet état de fait que HTTPS Somewhere entre en jeu. Ce plug-in pour Chrome vous permet de convertir automatiquement n'importe quel site internet sous protocole "http" en "https", une extension sécurisée du protocole "http". Le "s", pour "Secured" (sécurisé), signifie simplement que les données échangées entre votre navigateur et le site web sont cryptées et ne peuvent pas être espionnées.HTTPS Somewhere est disponible gratuitement sur le Chrome Web StoreRead AloudReal Aloud © Tech&CoSi vous préférez écouter de longs articles plutôt que de les lire, Read

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6ix9ine 6ix9ine6ix9ine The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com I get money when I want toI get bitches when I want toTote this pistol when I want toMoney dance step, hit the one-twoYou can't pop like this (uh, uh)Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (uh, uh)Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick (uh, uh)Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (uh, uh)Bet you can't do it like this, no you can't do it like thisI get money when I want toI get bitches when I want toTote this pistol when I want toMoney dance step, hit the one-twoOh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid tooDon't talk to me, I'll talk to youIf it's f*ck me, then it's f*ck youYeah, it's middle finger, f*ck youEverybody know I got bands on the wayYes, I make, yes, I make bands every dayEverybody been know that I'm getting paidThat I'm gettin', that I'm gettin', that I'm gettin' paid'Cause you can't pop like this (uh, uh)Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (uh, uh)Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick (uh, uh)Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (uh, uh)Bet you can't do it like this, no you can't do it like thisI get money when I want toI get bitches when I want toTote this pistol when I want toMoney dance step, hit the one-twoOh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid tooDon't talk to me, I'll talk to youIf it's f*ck me, then it's f*ck youYeah, it's middle finger, f*ck youMoney coming in, money going outRappers going in, rappers going outFunny how they try to take my styleFunny how they try to break me downY'all niggas better watch y'all mouthY'all starting to sound like clownsAll these rappers wanna talk that cloutI don't know what that's aboutThey wanna rap like this, they wanna talk like thisThey wanna walk like this, they wanna look like thisThey wanna be like this, they wanna bop like thisThey wanna chart like this, nigga, suck my dickCan't do this 'cause you ain't meIt drives you niggas crazyIt keeps you up at night'Cause you can't pop like this (uh, uh)Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (uh, uh)Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick (uh, uh)Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (uh, uh)Bet you can't do it like this, no you can't do it like thisI get money when I want toI get bitches when I want toTote this pistol when I want toMoney dance step, hit the one-twoOh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid tooDon't talk to me, I'll talk to youIf it's f*ck me, then it's f*ck youYeah, it's middle finger, f*ck you Struggling with TUTU? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos! Written by: Daniel Hernandez Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CREATE MUSIC Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

YaNote to self, them niggas ain't really f*ckin' witchaNote to self, them niggas been gettin' comfortableRape your ass off when you tired, that shit'll humble youI don't get tired, when you tired it come from under youJump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder doCocaine in the streets, MC HammerBumpin' the Steven Carol with the black bandanaCe-loo nigga, concentration camp anthemSippin', you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransomThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, f*ck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, f*ck a bodyguardJay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux YellaMargielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold stepperJay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux YellaMargielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold stepperThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, f*ck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, f*ck a bodyguard

Put your arms around mePut them around meWhen the floor is wetAnd the lights come on but you don't wanna leaveCan I bum a cigarette? (A cigarette)We could paint our names in black on the marqueeTonight we'll just be wrong (wrong)Ain't done this in so long (long)We ain't gotta talk, baby, we'll keep the stereo onWhen the floor is wetAnd the lights come on but you don't wanna leaveStay awhile, stay awhile with me (oh, oh)Stay awhile, don't deny the violet chemistry (oh, oh)Stay awhile, stay awhile with me (oh, oh)Stay awhile, put your arms around mePut them around meFingers start to dance along the figures and the shapesMixing all the colors like we're making a MonetThere's something between us that's too major to ignoreMay not be eternal but nocturnal, nothing moreFingers start to dance along the figures and the shapesMixing all the colors like we're making a MonetThere's something between us that's too major to ignoreMay not be eternal, but nocturnal, nothing moreTonight we'll just be wrong (wrong)Ain't done this in so long (long)We ain't gotta talk, baby, we'll keep the stereo onStay awhile, stay awhile with me (oh, oh)Stay awhile, don't deny the violet chemistry (oh, oh)Stay awhile, stay awhile with me (oh, oh)Stay awhile, put your arms around mePut them around meStay with me awhile, stay with me awhileStay with me awhile, stay with me awhileStay with me awhile, stay with me awhileStay with me awhile, stay with me awhileMuddy FeetI don't know who the hell you think you're messing withGet the f*ck outta my house with that shitGet the f*ck out of my life with that shitAnd I don't know who the hell you think you're messing withGet the f*ck outta my house with that shitGet the f*ck out of my life with that shitYou smell like perfume that I didn't purchaseNow I know why you've been closing the curtains, ahGet the f*ck out of my houseYou're coming 'round with your muddy feetI'm about to something about itYeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout itYou keep coming 'round with your muddy feetYeah, I'ma have to do