.pt

.pt is the Internet country code top-level domain (ccTLD) for Portugal and is managed by Associação DNS.PT. It has the following second-level domains:

  • .com.pt: no restrictions; online registration
  • .edu.pt: education
  • .gov.pt: Government of Portugal
  • .int.pt: international organizations or diplomatic missions in Portugal
  • .net.pt: telecommunications providers
  • .nome.pt: individuals (nome is Portuguese for name)
  • .org.pt: Non-profit organizations
  • .publ.pt: publications (e.g. newspapers)
  • As from the 1 May 2012 Registration directly at second-level is available, without restrictions. On the first week there was a 28.984 new domains register under the .pt

    Since July 1, 2005, some accented characters have been supported in domain names (IDN). Currently permitted characters: à, á, â, ã, ç, é, ê, í, ó, ô, õ, ú. These are the only accentuated characters used in Portuguese words.

    Apart from .gov.pt, Portuguese subdomains were slow to catch on, because many people had already registered under .pt when the new ones became available. Many companies, colleges and people still prefer to use a .pt because these are harder to get (the chance of getting a spam link is very low) and simpler to remember. There are also inconsistencies: for example, the website of the Ministério dos Negócios Estrangeiros (Ministry of Foreign Affairs) is not www.mne.gov.pt, but www.min-nestrangeiros.pt. However, the .com.pt subdomain is being heavily promoted by the registry, and now has a large number of registrations and active Web sites. Others such as .nome.pt for individuals are still very uncommon.

    Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Fakin'

    by: Lecrae

    [Verse 1 (Lecrae):]
    I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'
    I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty
    They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college
    Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage
    Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen
    But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me
    You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'
    Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'
    Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'
    We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas
    Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us
    1:16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us
    [Hook:]
    I heard him say he bought the block
    (Fakin! )
    In his song he say he gansta' but he not
    (Fakin! )
    Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks
    (Fakin! )
    While his chain leavin' green on his neck
    (Fakin! )
    I'm not impressed
    So I guess that make you, yes that make you
    That make you a faker!
    [Verse 2 (Thi'sl):]
    He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac
    'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots
    Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain
    The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains
    He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300
    Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300
    Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off
    Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball
    He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie
    Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi
    With some killas in you room with some real guns
    That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3 (Lecrae):]
    Real recognize real; introduce ya' self
    Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self
    Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'
    Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked
    These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface
    You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?
    That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne
    Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn
    And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father
    I prayin', "Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa
    They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa
    I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it




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